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 Guatemala and from Lagos.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Manchester.
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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the oboe 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 Half Japanese to the punk 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 Ponytail. All the underground hits.
All Camberwell Now tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rod Modell 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nils Olav record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sunsets and Hearts,
Second Layer,
Danielle Patucci,
June Days,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Toasters,
The Victims,
Ituana,
The Standells,
Gang Starr,
Neu!,
Shoche,
Roxy Music,
La Düsseldorf,
Robert Hood,
Young Marble Giants,
Sam Rivers,
Bill Near,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Delta 5,
Black Moon,
Matthew Bourne,
Lalann,
Jimmy McGriff,
Dennis Brown,
Icehouse,
CMW,
Gabor Szabo,
Fat Boys,
Brass Construction,
The Mummies,
The Smiths,
World's Most,
Derrick Morgan,
Silicon Teens,
Scott Walker,
Easy Going,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Grauzone,
Oblivians,
PIL,
Accadde A,
The Moody Blues,
Nirvana,
T. Rex,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Evens,
One Last Wish,
Reuben Wilson,
Eric B and Rakim,
Von Mondo,
Barry Ungar,
The Move,
Bluetip,
Ornette Coleman,
the Germs,
Maleditus Sound,
Pulsallama,
John Holt,
Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra.
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.