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 Burundi and from New York.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 harpsichord 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 Magazine to the punk 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 Sandy B. All the underground hits.
All The Fall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New York Dolls 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-101 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Morten Harket,
Clear Light,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sixth Finger,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Trumans Water,
The Modern Lovers,
Organ,
Harry Pussy,
Eddi Front,
Scan 7,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Vainqueur,
Mo-Dettes,
Youth Brigade,
Pole,
Bobby Sherman,
Cymande,
KRS-One,
Suicide,
Robert Hood,
Robert Görl,
Aloha Tigers,
Fluxion,
AZ,
Bronski Beat,
The Raincoats,
Bob Dylan,
Average White Band,
Danielle Patucci,
The Gap Band,
Unrelated Segments,
Roy Ayers,
Lightning Bolt,
The Young Rascals,
ABBA,
Kevin Saunderson,
CMW,
Surgeon,
Juan Atkins,
Henry Cow,
Nico,
June of 44,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Dead C,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Groovy Waters,
Shoche,
The Standells,
Dorothy Ashby,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Magazine,
The Motions,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Q and Not U,
Blake Baxter,
Whodini,
Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities.
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.