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 Bangladesh and from Edmonton.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Taipei.
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 spring reverb 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Rotary Connection. All the underground hits.
All Blake Baxter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Holt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bob Dylan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cure,
Q and Not U,
Sight & Sound,
Bill Near,
Funkadelic,
X-101,
Basic Channel,
Soulsonic Force,
Skaos,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Chris Corsano,
Half Japanese,
Con Funk Shun,
a-ha,
Eddi Front,
The Evens,
Oblivians,
The Seeds,
Letta Mbulu,
Neu!,
DJ Style,
Oneida,
Bauhaus,
Liliput,
Skriet,
The Index,
Roxette,
Model 500,
Eden Ahbez,
Goldenarms,
Wolf Eyes,
Rapeman,
The Leaves,
Sarah Menescal,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lou Christie,
Hot Snakes,
the Fania All-Stars,
Heaven 17,
Carl Craig,
Scion,
Brothers Johnson,
The Electric Prunes,
Soft Machine,
Banda Bassotti,
The Detroit Cobras,
Gang Starr,
Dead Boys,
Can,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sly & The Family Stone,
the Soft Cell,
Massinfluence,
Tears for Fears,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Marc Almond,
Rufus Thomas,
cv313,
Rotary Connection,
Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange.
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.