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 Togo and from Columbus.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 marimba 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 Michelle Simonal to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Gichy Dan. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Lynne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monolake record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cramps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Flock of Seagulls,
Nik Kershaw,
The Zeros,
Traffic Nightmare,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Motions,
Maleditus Sound,
Silicon Teens,
Bauhaus,
Skaos,
Fluxion,
This Heat,
Roy Ayers,
Sixth Finger,
Con Funk Shun,
Sexual Harrassment,
Banda Bassotti,
Scion,
Barrington Levy,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Cheater Slicks,
Henry Cow,
X-102,
Joyce Sims,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Mars,
Ponytail,
The Cure,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Colin Newman,
Swell Maps,
Anakelly,
Negative Approach,
Letta Mbulu,
Flamin' Groovies,
Rekid,
Terry Callier,
Sun City Girls,
Idris Muhammad,
Frankie Knuckles,
Delta 5,
Swans,
Tom Boy,
Aloha Tigers,
Rotary Connection,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Minnie Riperton,
Easy Going,
Pharoah Sanders,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
John Lydon,
Black Flag,
Blossom Toes,
Ornette Coleman,
Joey Negro,
Deepchord,
Minny Pops,
Magma,
Boredoms,
Bob Dylan,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch.
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.