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 Benin and from Bologna.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 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 Pantaleimon to the jazz 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 Masters at Work. All the underground hits.
All Flamin' Groovies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Almond 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alton Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nils Olav,
Traffic Nightmare,
Andrew Hill,
Electric Prunes,
Johnny Clarke,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Rakim,
Swans,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sarah Menescal,
Ornette Coleman,
The Star Department,
Severed Heads,
The Doobie Brothers,
Howard Jones,
Thee Headcoats,
Outsiders,
Joey Negro,
Nirvana,
Scott Walker,
Television Personalities,
Sound Behaviour,
Joe Smooth,
10cc,
Country Teasers,
Boredoms,
Donald Byrd,
Ronnie Foster,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Blackbyrds,
Althea and Donna,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
John Holt,
Intrusion,
the Soft Cell,
Interpol,
The Selecter,
Ossler,
Sixth Finger,
The Gories,
Rotary Connection,
Index,
Can,
Goldenarms,
Eddi Front,
Sun City Girls,
Theoretical Girls,
The Electric Prunes,
The Associates,
Animal Collective,
Little Man,
Pole,
Lakeside,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Youth Brigade,
Girls At Our Best!,
Silicon Teens,
Dave Gahan,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels.
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.