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 Solomon Islands and from Cairo.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 R.M.O. to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 David Bowie. All the underground hits.
All Rites of Spring tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Count Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stereo Dub record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Babytalk,
Lungfish,
Johnny Clarke,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Monochrome Set,
Bush Tetras,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Associates,
Inner City,
Traffic Nightmare,
Rosa Yemen,
Hasil Adkins,
Gil Scott Heron,
Masters at Work,
The Fall,
Intrusion,
8 Eyed Spy,
Peter and Kerry,
Carl Craig,
The Standells,
New Age Steppers,
Vladislav Delay,
Fat Boys,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Rotary Connection,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Red Krayola,
Lakeside,
The Cowsills,
Maleditus Sound,
the Swans,
H. Thieme,
Flamin' Groovies,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Fad Gadget,
Clear Light,
Ponytail,
LL Cool J,
The Doors,
Yaz,
Nirvana,
Eyeless In Gaza,
David McCallum,
E-Dancer,
Shoche,
Sonic Youth,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sight & Sound,
The New Christs,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Gabor Szabo,
Cameo,
The Pop Group,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Idris Muhammad,
Todd Terry,
Sarah Menescal,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Wings, Wings, Wings, Wings.
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.