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 Hungary and from Salvador.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Manila.
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 sitar 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 Marshall Jefferson to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Roxy Music. All the underground hits.
All Gang of Four tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Style 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vainqueur record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spandau Ballet,
Erasure,
Bobby Sherman,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Divine Comedy,
The Remains,
Johnny Osbourne,
Terry Callier,
Malaria!,
Godley & Creme,
Ultimate Spinach,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sonic Youth,
Los Fastidios,
MC5,
the Soft Cell,
Average White Band,
The Victims,
Magazine,
Lee Hazlewood,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Pussy Galore,
Peter & Gordon,
KRS-One,
Sandy B,
Camberwell Now,
Popol Vuh,
Ten City,
Essential Logic,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Minutemen,
Angry Samoans,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Eric Dolphy,
Pantaleimon,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Interpol,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Kenny Larkin,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Mission of Burma,
The Gories,
Stetsasonic,
Throbbing Gristle,
Joyce Sims,
Sugar Minott,
Youth Brigade,
Simply Red,
The Fugs,
Deepchord,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Young Rascals,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
JFA,
The Durutti Column,
Clear Light,
K-Klass,
Ornette Coleman,
Pet Shop Boys,
Fela Kuti,
Bush Tetras,
Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas.
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.