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 Dominica and from Bremen.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 sitar 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 Guru Guru to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Susan Cadogan. All the underground hits.
All a-ha tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Depeche Mode record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a E-Dancer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
John Coltrane,
Banda Bassotti,
Anakelly,
Dark Day,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Gap Band,
The Grass Roots,
Grandmaster Flash,
Erykah Badu,
Eden Ahbez,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Blossom Toes,
Zapp,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Golliwogs,
Sister Nancy,
Scan 7,
Public Enemy,
Soft Cell,
Lyres,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Mantronix,
Model 500,
The Black Dice,
Scientists,
the Germs,
Godley & Creme,
The Smoke,
Oneida,
Curtis Mayfield,
the Swans,
Lakeside,
JFA,
Spoonie Gee,
The Gladiators,
Yusef Lateef,
U.S. Maple,
Bob Dylan,
Mo-Dettes,
Rod Modell,
the Fania All-Stars,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Intrusion,
EPMD,
AZ,
Swans,
Darondo,
Eric B and Rakim,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Gun Club,
Jacob Miller,
Radiohead,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Warsaw,
The Fire Engines,
The Invisible,
Maurizio,
Jandek,
Massinfluence,
Au Pairs,
Glambeats Corp.,
Slick Rick,
Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson.
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.