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 Palau and from Bremen.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 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 Pylon to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Last Poets. All the underground hits.
All Inner City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fortunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sly & The Family Stone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heaven 17,
DNA,
Brick,
Cameo,
The Dirtbombs,
Q65,
Fad Gadget,
The Mummies,
Minor Threat,
Pole,
Sexual Harrassment,
Gang Gang Dance,
Arab on Radar,
The Real Kids,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Quantec,
Jandek,
Oblivians,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Dead Boys,
Magma,
Blancmange,
Man Parrish,
World's Most,
Ronan,
Black Pus,
Pagans,
Shuggie Otis,
Joyce Sims,
Pere Ubu,
Second Layer,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Wings,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Black Dice,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Janne Schatter,
Darondo,
Marc Almond,
Thompson Twins,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Babytalk,
Marshall Jefferson,
Stiv Bators,
Letta Mbulu,
Altered Images,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Danielle Patucci,
Quadrant,
The Invisible,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Spoonie Gee,
Liliput,
Alphaville,
Sister Nancy,
The Stooges,
London Community Gospel Choir,
ABC,
Pantytec,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth.
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.