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 Israel and from Lyon.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Edmonton.
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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the organ 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 Mandrill to the disco 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 Slackers. All the underground hits.
All Lizzy Mercier Descloux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fluxion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bad Manners record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Machine,
Warsaw,
The Detroit Cobras,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Scientists,
The Toasters,
Siglo XX,
Archie Shepp,
Stiv Bators,
One Last Wish,
Iggy Pop,
Gastr Del Sol,
Nico,
Sister Nancy,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Young Marble Giants,
Pharoah Sanders,
Cal Tjader,
Henry Cow,
Infiniti,
Brothers Johnson,
Marine Girls,
Fad Gadget,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Jacob Miller,
The Dirtbombs,
Animal Collective,
The Searchers,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bobby Byrd,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lebanon Hanover,
The Fortunes,
Black Moon,
Stetsasonic,
The Fuzztones,
Charles Mingus,
Lucky Dragons,
The Fire Engines,
Nick Fraelich,
Pole,
Vladislav Delay,
the Soft Cell,
Dark Day,
Interpol,
Don Cherry,
The Last Poets,
Scott Walker,
The Gladiators,
The Doors,
John Lydon,
Cymande,
Joyce Sims,
L. Decosne,
Mad Mike,
Soul II Soul,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Grass Roots,
Sun City Girls,
Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman.
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.