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 Luxembourg and from Calgary.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Salvador.
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 harpsichord 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 Soul Sonic Force to the disco 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 Hardrive. All the underground hits.
All Lyres tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every CMW record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Theoretical Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doobie Brothers,
Sandy B,
The Litter,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The J.B.'s,
The Alarm Clocks,
Aaron Thompson,
Eden Ahbez,
Brass Construction,
Fad Gadget,
Quantec,
the Soft Cell,
OOIOO,
The American Breed,
Donald Byrd,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Agitation Free,
David Bowie,
Erykah Badu,
Joy Division,
Howard Jones,
Matthew Bourne,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Minny Pops,
Minor Threat,
Soft Machine,
DJ Sneak,
Ohio Players,
Japan,
Das Ding,
Reagan Youth,
The Blackbyrds,
Tres Demented,
Masters at Work,
Don Cherry,
Simply Red,
Arab on Radar,
Mandrill,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Jandek,
Easy Going,
The Remains,
Black Flag,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Qualms,
Massinfluence,
Glenn Branca,
Alison Limerick,
T. Rex,
Visage,
Blossom Toes,
Robert Hood,
Gang Starr,
New Order,
Sexual Harrassment,
Terrestrial Tones,
Radio Birdman,
Frankie Knuckles,
Rhythm & Sound,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Trojans,
Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim.
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.