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 Tuvalu and from Stockholm.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 linndrum 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 Pole 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 Marc Almond. All the underground hits.
All Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Evens record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 10cc record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sugar Minott,
The Five Americans,
Shuggie Otis,
Roxy Music,
Index,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Residents,
Lucky Dragons,
FM Einheit,
Y Pants,
The J.B.'s,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Chris Corsano,
The Index,
Nik Kershaw,
The Fire Engines,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lightning Bolt,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Main Source,
The Remains,
Rod Modell,
Derrick May,
Crash Course in Science,
Boredoms,
Nick Fraelich,
Magma,
Duran Duran,
Black Moon,
Cluster,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
PIL,
Khruangbin,
Lower 48,
Rekid,
Minnie Riperton,
Robert Görl,
Moebius,
Brass Construction,
Althea and Donna,
Pharoah Sanders,
Newcleus,
Patti Smith,
Fear,
Aural Exciters,
Al Stewart,
The Techniques,
New Age Steppers,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
the Slits,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Rites of Spring,
Be Bop Deluxe,
E-Dancer,
The Blackbyrds,
Interpol,
Thompson Twins,
Barrington Levy,
Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar.
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.