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 Indonesia and from Cairo.
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 Toronto and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 theremin 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 Lee Hazlewood to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 John Holt. All the underground hits.
All Black Moon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Connie Case record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Knickerbockers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kenny Larkin,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sparks,
Shoche,
Marine Girls,
Godley & Creme,
The New Christs,
The Knickerbockers,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Glenn Branca,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Detroit Cobras,
Camberwell Now,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Seeds,
Interpol,
Neu!,
The Moody Blues,
Gerry Rafferty,
Fela Kuti,
Stockholm Monsters,
Yaz,
Letta Mbulu,
Oneida,
Judy Mowatt,
Eli Mardock,
Lou Reed,
Skriet,
Television Personalities,
Smog,
The Happenings,
The Trojans,
Aswad,
Skarface,
Rosa Yemen,
Jeff Mills,
Ituana,
Amon Düül,
The Wake,
The Music Machine,
Henry Cow,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Leonard Cohen,
Jimmy McGriff,
cv313,
Unwound,
Chrome,
Black Moon,
Rotary Connection,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Dirtbombs,
Kerrie Biddell,
Spoonie Gee,
Todd Terry,
Quadrant,
Jacob Miller,
Ultra Naté,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sonny Sharrock,
Matthew Halsall,
Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio.
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.