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 Armenia and from Jakarta.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and London.
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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Accadde A to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Black Dice. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers Ubiquity tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arab on Radar record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 Janne Schatter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eddi Front,
Big Daddy Kane,
Nation of Ulysses,
Clear Light,
Mandrill,
Alison Limerick,
Sun City Girls,
Todd Rundgren,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Lindisfarne,
Derrick May,
Accadde A,
The Happenings,
The Modern Lovers,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Associates,
The Gladiators,
Aloha Tigers,
Wolf Eyes,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Joy Division,
Jawbox,
the Germs,
Agitation Free,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Yellowson,
Bill Near,
Depeche Mode,
One Last Wish,
PIL,
Franke,
The Misunderstood,
Young Marble Giants,
Nils Olav,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Parry Music,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Sound,
Little Man,
Camberwell Now,
Porter Ricks,
Lou Christie,
Scrapy,
Lungfish,
Max Romeo,
Maurizio,
The Knickerbockers,
Glambeats Corp.,
Pole,
Trumans Water,
The Five Americans,
Icehouse,
Gang of Four,
Sugar Minott,
Ronnie Foster,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Rakim,
Index,
Audionom, Audionom, Audionom, Audionom.
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.