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 Kiribati and from Seoul.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 rock 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 DeepChord presents Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Tommy Roe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Detroit Cobras 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Severed Heads record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Cell,
The Wake,
Minnie Riperton,
Carl Craig,
Outsiders,
Amon Düül,
The Buckinghams,
Donny Hathaway,
Scan 7,
Ituana,
The Gun Club,
Scratch Acid,
Pere Ubu,
Arthur Verocai,
Delon & Dalcan,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Swans,
the Bar-Kays,
Bobby Sherman,
The Mojo Men,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Colin Newman,
David McCallum,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Urselle,
Skriet,
Rufus Thomas,
Ralphi Rosario,
New Age Steppers,
DNA,
Glambeats Corp.,
Deadbeat,
Stetsasonic,
a-ha,
Cymande,
Davy DMX,
Tubeway Army,
Patti Smith,
Avey Tare,
The Divine Comedy,
Andrew Hill,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lee Hazlewood,
Con Funk Shun,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Jandek,
The Velvet Underground,
The Kinks,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Slackers,
Ornette Coleman,
The Walker Brothers,
Soulsonic Force,
Country Teasers,
Sällskapet,
The Pop Group,
Soul II Soul,
Derrick May,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk.
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.