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 Bulgaria and from Columbus.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 organ 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 Altered Images to the rock 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 The Shadows of Knight. All the underground hits.
All Frankie Knuckles 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 jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a One Last Wish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MDC,
Kerri Chandler,
The Associates,
Niagra,
Robert Görl,
Sight & Sound,
Kenny Larkin,
CMW,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Residents,
Icehouse,
Agitation Free,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Knickerbockers,
Y Pants,
Pierre Henry,
Rhythm & Sound,
In Retrospect,
Grey Daturas,
Piero Umiliani,
ABBA,
Minutemen,
Sam Rivers,
Unrelated Segments,
Mandrill,
Cheater Slicks,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
X-101,
Intrusion,
T.S.O.L.,
Toni Rubio,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Cure,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Tom Boy,
Tomorrow,
Connie Case,
The Cramps,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
F. McDonald,
The Kinks,
Bootsy Collins,
Glenn Branca,
Minnie Riperton,
Faraquet,
The Doors,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Agent Orange,
Godley & Creme,
Moby Grape,
Funky Four + One,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
This Heat,
Crooked Eye,
Nick Fraelich,
June of 44,
Sparks,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Aural Exciters,
Can,
Lalann,
London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir.
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.