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 Mauritius and from Taipei.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Danielle Patucci to the techno 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 Lou Reed. All the underground hits.
All Soft Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terry Callier record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ten City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer 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 Litter,
Tres Demented,
Joyce Sims,
Alice Coltrane,
The Durutti Column,
Danielle Patucci,
Groovy Waters,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Max Romeo,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Unwound,
The Young Rascals,
Essential Logic,
Excepter,
Television,
Gang Green,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Surgeon,
Sunsets and Hearts,
L. Decosne,
Joey Negro,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Moby Grape,
Eddi Front,
Urselle,
Amon Düül,
The Grass Roots,
The Mojo Men,
Organ,
Fifty Foot Hose,
the Slits,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Gong,
Anakelly,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Gap Band,
Negative Approach,
Matthew Halsall,
Ultra Naté,
Pulsallama,
Eurythmics,
Kerri Chandler,
Q and Not U,
Mandrill,
Television Personalities,
Vainqueur,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
John Lydon,
The Black Dice,
Peter and Kerry,
Gichy Dan,
Wire,
Model 500,
Barbara Tucker,
Barry Ungar,
Brothers Johnson,
The Pop Group,
Sun City Girls,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes.
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.