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 Guatemala and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Althea and Donna to the techno 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 Loose Ends. All the underground hits.
All Television Personalities tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobbi Humphrey 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T.S.O.L. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MC5,
Eric B and Rakim,
June of 44,
Scan 7,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Jerry's Kids,
John Lydon,
The Trojans,
Buzzcocks,
the Human League,
The Blues Magoos,
Mad Mike,
Los Fastidios,
Archie Shepp,
David Axelrod,
Scientists,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Procol Harum,
Fat Boys,
The Velvet Underground,
Kas Product,
Desert Stars,
Franke,
The Red Krayola,
Wally Richardson,
Camouflage,
Deepchord,
Ultra Naté,
Barry Ungar,
The Dave Clark Five,
Robert Wyatt,
Excepter,
Cecil Taylor,
Bluetip,
Severed Heads,
The Monochrome Set,
The Pretty Things,
Easy Going,
DNA,
OOIOO,
Pussy Galore,
The Seeds,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Soul Sonic Force,
Marc Almond,
John Cale,
Flipper,
Model 500,
Bill Wells,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sound Behaviour,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Vainqueur,
KRS-One,
The Selecter,
Absolute Body Control,
Monks,
Susan Cadogan,
The Human League,
The Blackbyrds,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Masters at Work,
Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!.
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.