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 Mali and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 snare 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 Gang Green to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Martian. All the underground hits.
All Thee Headcoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Motorama record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Cell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cosmic Jokers,
John Holt,
Faust,
Q65,
Janne Schatter,
Rekid,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lakeside,
Kayak,
Andrew Hill,
the Bar-Kays,
Ultimate Spinach,
Section 25,
Gabor Szabo,
Harmonia,
Quando Quango,
Excepter,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Second Layer,
Arthur Verocai,
Underground Resistance,
Sun Ra,
The Dave Clark Five,
Charles Mingus,
Man Parrish,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Camberwell Now,
Hoover,
The Associates,
Soul II Soul,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Angels of Light,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
ABBA,
Khruangbin,
Fat Boys,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Television,
The Standells,
Moebius,
The Names,
Lou Reed,
Yazoo,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ralphi Rosario,
Cheater Slicks,
Moby Grape,
Aaron Thompson,
Bob Dylan,
Gang Starr,
Alison Limerick,
John Lydon,
Suburban Knight,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bobby Womack,
The Durutti Column,
Shuggie Otis,
Monks,
The Flesh Eaters,
Tommy Roe,
Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs.
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.