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 Iraq and from Tokyo.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 David Bowie to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Cameo. All the underground hits.
All Pussy Galore tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terrestrial Tones 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Toni Rubio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Audionom,
The Blackbyrds,
a-ha,
James White and The Blacks,
Icehouse,
FM Einheit,
Reagan Youth,
Carl Craig,
Sugar Minott,
Gong,
The Saints,
Ralphi Rosario,
Fela Kuti,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lightning Bolt,
E-Dancer,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Niagra,
Barrington Levy,
The Beau Brummels,
Donny Hathaway,
Colin Newman,
Yazoo,
The Standells,
The Techniques,
Lakeside,
Cheater Slicks,
Jacob Miller,
Scrapy,
Charles Mingus,
Metal Thangz,
Faraquet,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Zeros,
kango's stein massive,
Buzzcocks,
Oneida,
L. Decosne,
Black Flag,
Sixth Finger,
David Axelrod,
the Slits,
cv313,
AZ,
Delta 5,
Loose Ends,
Saccharine Trust,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Freddie Wadling,
DNA,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Soul II Soul,
Eurythmics,
Depeche Mode,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Five Americans,
EPMD,
Skriet,
Soulsonic Force,
Symarip,
Negative Approach,
The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders.
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.