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 Vietnam and from Sao Paulo.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Brothers Johnson to the funk 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 Derrick Morgan. All the underground hits.
All Graham Central Station tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerri Chandler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lakeside record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pussy Galore,
Thompson Twins,
Rufus Thomas,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
cv313,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Silicon Teens,
Smog,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Star Department,
Terrestrial Tones,
These Immortal Souls,
Robert Wyatt,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Johnny Osbourne,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Kayak,
Grauzone,
The Fortunes,
Morten Harket,
Severed Heads,
Cal Tjader,
Godley & Creme,
CMW,
The Young Rascals,
The Associates,
Ice-T,
Zapp,
Althea and Donna,
Anthony Braxton,
Jeff Mills,
The Trojans,
Unwound,
The Sound,
Fear,
Roxette,
The Happenings,
Con Funk Shun,
Audionom,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Seeds,
Tears for Fears,
One Last Wish,
Motorama,
Eurythmics,
Mars,
Sandy B,
Wolf Eyes,
Fad Gadget,
Blossom Toes,
Make Up,
Al Stewart,
Mandrill,
Eric Copeland,
Gong,
The J.B.'s,
Faraquet,
Brass Construction,
The Move, The Move, The Move, The Move.
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.