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 Cambodia and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 The Buckinghams to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Harmonia. All the underground hits.
All The Happenings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Judy Mowatt 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Dual Sessions,
Alphaville,
Bob Dylan,
Blake Baxter,
Arcadia,
Tommy Roe,
Gregory Isaacs,
Vladislav Delay,
Hardrive,
Bootsy Collins,
Basic Channel,
The Index,
Dennis Brown,
Hashim,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Minny Pops,
Deakin,
Chris & Cosey,
Jacob Miller,
Slave,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lou Christie,
The Searchers,
Inner City,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Marine Girls,
The Fortunes,
Wire,
The Dead C,
Judy Mowatt,
Ken Boothe,
Grey Daturas,
Ultimate Spinach,
David Axelrod,
K-Klass,
Dawn Penn,
The Modern Lovers,
Minor Threat,
The Real Kids,
Shuggie Otis,
ABC,
New York Dolls,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Cure,
Adolescents,
Urselle,
Al Stewart,
Scrapy,
Metal Thangz,
The Young Rascals,
MC5,
China Crisis,
Goldenarms,
Sound Behaviour,
Rekid,
Freddie Wadling,
Johnny Osbourne,
Motorama,
Gang Gang Dance,
Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez.
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.