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 Belize and from Tehran.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers to the crunk 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 T. Rex. All the underground hits.
All Ronnie Foster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry's Kids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Walker Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Five Americans,
Pagans,
Johnny Clarke,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lightning Bolt,
The Blackbyrds,
Aural Exciters,
Rapeman,
Pierre Henry,
Funky Four + One,
Roxy Music,
Wings,
Kerrie Biddell,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Liliput,
Sister Nancy,
Urselle,
Al Stewart,
Thee Headcoats,
Buzzcocks,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Quadrant,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bush Tetras,
Junior Murvin,
Joyce Sims,
Marine Girls,
Rufus Thomas,
L. Decosne,
Mantronix,
Charles Mingus,
Make Up,
The J.B.'s,
Ultra Naté,
The Electric Prunes,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Gastr Del Sol,
ABBA,
Kurtis Blow,
Delon & Dalcan,
Khruangbin,
Blossom Toes,
Youth Brigade,
Cluster,
Radio Birdman,
Dennis Brown,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ultimate Spinach,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Blues Magoos,
Pere Ubu,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ralphi Rosario,
Crispian St. Peters,
Flash Fearless,
Faraquet,
Eden Ahbez,
The American Breed,
Rosa Yemen,
Barrington Levy,
Freddie Wadling,
Black Sheep,
Vainqueur,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse.
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.