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 Zimbabwe and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Dual Sessions to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Royal Family And The Poor. All the underground hits.
All New Order tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythm & Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Silicon Teens record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Accadde A,
Yusef Lateef,
Curtis Mayfield,
Carl Craig,
JFA,
Visage,
Crispian St. Peters,
OOIOO,
Joe Finger,
Erykah Badu,
Soulsonic Force,
Hoover,
Shuggie Otis,
The Misunderstood,
The Invisible,
The Busters,
The Litter,
The Monks,
Danielle Patucci,
Fluxion,
Liliput,
The Moody Blues,
Oblivians,
Sun Ra,
Bootsy Collins,
Cal Tjader,
Swell Maps,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lakeside,
Avey Tare,
Scan 7,
Dennis Brown,
Fad Gadget,
Joey Negro,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Donald Byrd,
Skriet,
B.T. Express,
Ken Boothe,
The Flesh Eaters,
Cheater Slicks,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Todd Rundgren,
Groovy Waters,
K-Klass,
Drive Like Jehu,
Robert Hood,
Easy Going,
Fugazi,
Jeff Lynne,
The United States of America,
Jawbox,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Fat Boys,
Marc Almond,
Minnie Riperton,
Jerry's Kids,
Sarah Menescal,
Eric B and Rakim,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose.
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.