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 Tajikistan and from Portland.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 chamberlin 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 Scratch Acid to the punk 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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids. All the underground hits.
All OOIOO tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gary Puckett & The Union Gap 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Sheep record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kenny Larkin,
Roxette,
Gabor Szabo,
Iggy Pop,
Kerri Chandler,
The Fall,
The Five Americans,
Lou Christie,
Pussy Galore,
ABBA,
the Soft Cell,
Deadbeat,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Q65,
The Neon Judgement,
Moby Grape,
Masters at Work,
H. Thieme,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Grandmaster Flash,
Circle Jerks,
the Slits,
Cheater Slicks,
Sister Nancy,
June Days,
Lindisfarne,
Royal Trux,
Black Moon,
Johnny Clarke,
Arthur Verocai,
Roger Hodgson,
Negative Approach,
Matthew Halsall,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Kas Product,
Grey Daturas,
Ultravox,
The Flesh Eaters,
Tommy Roe,
The Black Dice,
Glambeats Corp.,
Warsaw,
Ronnie Foster,
Hardrive,
Donny Hathaway,
The New Christs,
The Seeds,
Harpers Bizarre,
Massinfluence,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Brick,
Japan,
Panda Bear,
Ice-T,
The American Breed,
Main Source,
Agent Orange,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Jeru the Damaja,
Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound.
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.