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 Armenia and from Milan.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Todd Terry to the rock 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 Tears for Fears. All the underground hits.
All Subhumans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fuzztones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June of 44 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Motorama,
Oneida,
Marine Girls,
the Normal,
Warren Ellis,
Electric Light Orchestra,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Nico,
A Certain Ratio,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Jandek,
The Toasters,
Bluetip,
Hoover,
Quadrant,
Radiopuhelimet,
Fatback Band,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Colin Newman,
Urselle,
Dorothy Ashby,
Joensuu 1685,
Andrew Hill,
Dead Boys,
Bob Dylan,
Mary Jane Girls,
Thompson Twins,
The Human League,
Cecil Taylor,
New York Dolls,
DJ Style,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Zero Boys,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Negative Approach,
Fluxion,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Piero Umiliani,
Bang On A Can,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Easy Going,
The Fuzztones,
Bill Near,
Organ,
Television,
Country Teasers,
Crispian St. Peters,
Cheater Slicks,
Reagan Youth,
Eurythmics,
The Smoke,
Pole,
Michelle Simonal,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sonic Youth,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Remains,
Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants.
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.