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 Argentina and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 spring reverb 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 John Coltrane to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Saccharine Trust. All the underground hits.
All DJ Sneak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerrie Biddell 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deepchord record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Finger,
Eddi Front,
The Real Kids,
The Fuzztones,
B.T. Express,
Rotary Connection,
Monks,
Alton Ellis,
Pylon,
Symarip,
Crooked Eye,
John Cale,
Mo-Dettes,
Black Flag,
Letta Mbulu,
The Residents,
John Lydon,
Joensuu 1685,
Alison Limerick,
Henry Cow,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Audionom,
Lalann,
the Soft Cell,
The Count Five,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Laurel Aitken,
Ornette Coleman,
Swell Maps,
Von Mondo,
Flamin' Groovies,
Suicide,
Hasil Adkins,
Tears for Fears,
Big Daddy Kane,
Crispy Ambulance,
Circle Jerks,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
MC5,
The Dirtbombs,
Albert Ayler,
The Young Rascals,
Lower 48,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Faust,
Roxette,
Funky Four + One,
Newcleus,
Thompson Twins,
The Beau Brummels,
The Skatalites,
Scratch Acid,
Soulsonic Force,
Aural Exciters,
David Axelrod,
Scan 7,
Jacques Brel,
Carl Craig,
Mission of Burma,
Subhumans,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ten City,
La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf.
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.