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 Georgia and from Glasgow.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Philadelphia.
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 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Quadrant to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 D'Angelo. All the underground hits.
All Scan 7 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rekid record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Toasters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sexual Harrassment,
Pagans,
Outsiders,
The Young Rascals,
Absolute Body Control,
Black Moon,
New Age Steppers,
Slave,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Qualms,
Gregory Isaacs,
Funkadelic,
Ice-T,
Goldenarms,
Curtis Mayfield,
Isaac Hayes,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Fela Kuti,
Suburban Knight,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
David Bowie,
The Star Department,
Theoretical Girls,
Pantaleimon,
Wasted Youth,
Model 500,
Bronski Beat,
Anthony Braxton,
Masters at Work,
Alice Coltrane,
Man Parrish,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Hot Snakes,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Crooked Eye,
The Fire Engines,
Cal Tjader,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
the Germs,
Sister Nancy,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Sonics,
The Saints,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Subhumans,
Scott Walker,
Motorama,
Pole,
The Residents,
Soul Sonic Force,
Pulsallama,
MC5,
Slick Rick,
Arcadia,
Bob Dylan,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Don Cherry,
Crime,
Chris Corsano,
Avey Tare,
Khruangbin,
Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins.
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.