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 Iraq and from Beijing.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 organ 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 Ponytail to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Kerrie Biddell. All the underground hits.
All The Wake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television Personalities record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lebanon Hanover,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Camouflage,
Lindisfarne,
La Düsseldorf,
Chris Corsano,
The Walker Brothers,
Reagan Youth,
Nils Olav,
Model 500,
Whodini,
Bobby Byrd,
The Kinks,
The Angels of Light,
Sister Nancy,
the Slits,
In Retrospect,
Ronan,
Lyres,
Duran Duran,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Derrick Morgan,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Kevin Saunderson,
Kool Moe Dee,
Graham Central Station,
Sex Pistols,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Absolute Body Control,
Sound Behaviour,
Dead Boys,
A Certain Ratio,
Von Mondo,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
the Soft Cell,
Panda Bear,
Au Pairs,
Surgeon,
Accadde A,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Second Layer,
DNA,
Jawbox,
Slick Rick,
Arthur Verocai,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Red Krayola,
The Moleskins,
The Slackers,
Jeff Mills,
The Raincoats,
The Gories,
Rosa Yemen,
Massinfluence,
Darondo,
Alton Ellis,
Sun City Girls,
Youth Brigade,
Electric Prunes,
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.