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 Vietnam and from Lille.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Michael McDonald 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 Steve Hackett to the grime 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 Theoretical Girls. All the underground hits.
All Dennis Brown tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Womack 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suburban Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dark Day,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Grass Roots,
Gabor Szabo,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Gories,
MC5,
Peter and Kerry,
AZ,
Freddie Wadling,
Lakeside,
Stereo Dub,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ohio Players,
The J.B.'s,
Lower 48,
Black Flag,
JFA,
The New Christs,
Sexual Harrassment,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sam Rivers,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Mojo Men,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ronan,
F. McDonald,
Alison Limerick,
The Move,
Archie Shepp,
Ten City,
The Neon Judgement,
Boz Scaggs,
Procol Harum,
The Buckinghams,
Minnie Riperton,
Cybotron,
Connie Case,
Scrapy,
The Searchers,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sight & Sound,
Eden Ahbez,
Youth Brigade,
Sugar Minott,
Goldenarms,
Jerry's Kids,
Ludus,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Leaves,
The Knickerbockers,
Zero Boys,
Duran Duran,
Kevin Saunderson,
K-Klass,
Sixth Finger,
The Sound,
Gang Green,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock.
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.