Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Fiji and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Fifty Foot Hose to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Andrew Hill. All the underground hits.
All The Modern Lovers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Los Fastidios record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Toni Rubio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yellowson,
Q and Not U,
Tres Demented,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Tremeloes,
Nick Fraelich,
The Buckinghams,
Harry Pussy,
Colin Newman,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Cramps,
48th St. Collective,
Archie Shepp,
David McCallum,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Camouflage,
Country Teasers,
Janne Schatter,
The Sonics,
The Detroit Cobras,
Saccharine Trust,
Bush Tetras,
Bobby Womack,
the Soft Cell,
Stockholm Monsters,
the Normal,
Dawn Penn,
Sällskapet,
MC5,
Pharoah Sanders,
Todd Terry,
This Heat,
The Associates,
the Slits,
Sonic Youth,
Tropical Tobacco,
Skarface,
Altered Images,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Moleskins,
MDC,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Offenders,
Young Marble Giants,
Lalann,
FM Einheit,
Ossler,
Alton Ellis,
Bill Wells,
Average White Band,
Mr. Review,
Schoolly D,
Radio Birdman,
Bizarre Inc.,
Junior Murvin,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Moody Blues,
Laurel Aitken,
Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.