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 Mauritania and from Bremen.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Groovy Waters to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Cabaret Voltaire. All the underground hits.
All Newcleus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kings Of Tomorrow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moody Blues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantaleimon,
Max Romeo,
Roxette,
Echospace,
The Grass Roots,
Faust,
Fear,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Young Marble Giants,
Tom Boy,
Black Sheep,
The Slits,
LL Cool J,
Sällskapet,
Johnny Clarke,
Tomorrow,
X-101,
Dawn Penn,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Jimmy McGriff,
Wasted Youth,
Ice-T,
Terrestrial Tones,
E-Dancer,
The Victims,
The Wake,
Half Japanese,
the Normal,
Los Fastidios,
Audionom,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lebanon Hanover,
Wolf Eyes,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Mummies,
48th St. Collective,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The American Breed,
Severed Heads,
Letta Mbulu,
Sexual Harrassment,
Crime,
The Blues Magoos,
Ralphi Rosario,
Brick,
Maleditus Sound,
The Last Poets,
Magma,
Al Stewart,
The Motions,
Jawbox,
The Misunderstood,
KRS-One,
Althea and Donna,
Gichy Dan,
The Tremeloes,
CMW,
The Human League,
Arab on Radar,
The Cure,
Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin.
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.