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 Marshall Islands and from Houston.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Be Bop Deluxe to the grunge 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 The Happenings. All the underground hits.
All The Invisible tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Sherman,
Delta 5,
Faraquet,
Barbara Tucker,
The Residents,
The Busters,
Whodini,
China Crisis,
Kaleidoscope,
Von Mondo,
Amazonics,
Technova,
Massinfluence,
Depeche Mode,
Ludus,
John Foxx,
Buzzcocks,
Pet Shop Boys,
John Coltrane,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Cameo,
Quadrant,
Ronan,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lightning Bolt,
Skarface,
Quantec,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sam Rivers,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Kerri Chandler,
KRS-One,
Gil Scott Heron,
Zapp,
Scott Walker,
The Kinks,
Albert Ayler,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Surgeon,
Marine Girls,
Kurtis Blow,
Alphaville,
Joensuu 1685,
Bauhaus,
The Tremeloes,
Sonic Youth,
John Lydon,
Cecil Taylor,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Robert Wyatt,
Throbbing Gristle,
Nirvana,
10cc,
Jimmy McGriff,
the Germs,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Nation of Ulysses,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Howard Jones,
AZ,
The Remains,
The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators.
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.