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 Venezuela and from Calgary.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 theremin 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 Minny Pops to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Tubeway Army. All the underground hits.
All The Modern Lovers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Easy Going record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yaz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Carl Craig,
Lightning Bolt,
Arab on Radar,
The Martian,
The Victims,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Silicon Teens,
Wolf Eyes,
Anakelly,
Archie Shepp,
Los Fastidios,
Slave,
Amon Düül,
Bush Tetras,
Black Sheep,
Ornette Coleman,
kango's stein massive,
Sällskapet,
Agitation Free,
Lou Christie,
Neu!,
Surgeon,
Aaron Thompson,
Tom Boy,
The Offenders,
The Mummies,
F. McDonald,
Hot Snakes,
Neil Young,
The Leaves,
Khruangbin,
Metal Thangz,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Newcleus,
Ice-T,
Iggy Pop,
Dorothy Ashby,
Robert Wyatt,
Banda Bassotti,
Barrington Levy,
Flash Fearless,
Reuben Wilson,
Franke,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Slits,
Cheater Slicks,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Rotary Connection,
OOIOO,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Man Eating Sloth,
Radio Birdman,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Dave Clark Five,
Erasure,
L. Decosne,
Stiv Bators,
Sexual Harrassment,
A Certain Ratio,
Roy Ayers,
Model 500,
Das Ding,
Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes.
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.