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 Afghanistan 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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 oboe 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 Gang Gang Dance to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Eurythmics. All the underground hits.
All Lindisfarne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantytec 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yellowson,
T. Rex,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lyres,
Essential Logic,
Little Man,
Soulsonic Force,
Cymande,
Hot Snakes,
Black Pus,
Subhumans,
Rekid,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Barracudas,
June of 44,
L. Decosne,
Q and Not U,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Adolescents,
Shoche,
Eden Ahbez,
Scientists,
Lindisfarne,
K-Klass,
The Saints,
Nico,
The Standells,
Chris Corsano,
Zapp,
DJ Style,
Underground Resistance,
JFA,
The Fortunes,
The Doobie Brothers,
Pagans,
Curtis Mayfield,
Traffic Nightmare,
Bobby Sherman,
Yazoo,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bauhaus,
Lungfish,
Urselle,
Banda Bassotti,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
A Certain Ratio,
Make Up,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Fugazi,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Stiv Bators,
The Vogues,
Deepchord,
The New Christs,
Todd Rundgren,
Blancmange,
The Dead C,
Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins.
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.