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 Paraguay and from Mexico City.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Barclay James Harvest to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Mummies. All the underground hits.
All Mad Mike tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slick Rick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deadbeat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sisters of Mercy,
EPMD,
10cc,
The Techniques,
Dual Sessions,
The Black Dice,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Black Flag,
Underground Resistance,
Loose Ends,
The Buckinghams,
The Mojo Men,
OOIOO,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Black Moon,
Reagan Youth,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
David Axelrod,
8 Eyed Spy,
Talk Talk,
FM Einheit,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Eli Mardock,
Terry Callier,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Joe Smooth,
The Stooges,
Crispian St. Peters,
Pierre Henry,
Little Man,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Mr. Review,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Donald Byrd,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Yusef Lateef,
Cymande,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Raincoats,
Kerrie Biddell,
Matthew Bourne,
a-ha,
The Red Krayola,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lou Reed,
Pulsallama,
Wire,
The Happenings,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
the Germs,
Bizarre Inc.,
Visage,
Todd Rundgren,
The Smoke,
Jeff Lynne,
Main Source,
Con Funk Shun,
Aural Exciters,
New Order,
Nik Kershaw,
Mo-Dettes,
The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets.
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.