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 Costa Rica and from Accra.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 rhodes 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 Groovy Waters 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 DNA. All the underground hits.
All Barclay James Harvest tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Victims 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Detroit Cobras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Walker Brothers,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Gun Club,
cv313,
Ludus,
Talk Talk,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Young Rascals,
Hashim,
Nils Olav,
The Beau Brummels,
Yazoo,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Loose Ends,
Con Funk Shun,
Todd Terry,
Q and Not U,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ronnie Foster,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Big Daddy Kane,
JFA,
Magma,
Eddi Front,
The Happenings,
Steve Hackett,
Nick Fraelich,
Gong,
Nirvana,
The Grass Roots,
Cabaret Voltaire,
T.S.O.L.,
The J.B.'s,
Stetsasonic,
Royal Trux,
CMW,
Nas,
Livin' Joy,
FM Einheit,
Hasil Adkins,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Music Machine,
Stiv Bators,
D'Angelo,
Jerry's Kids,
Anthony Braxton,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Yaz,
Zero Boys,
Television Personalities,
The Sound,
Pulsallama,
UT,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
X-Ray Spex,
Roxy Music,
The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks.
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.