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 France and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Little Man to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Neon Judgement. All the underground hits.
All The Fortunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gabor Szabo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantytec,
Model 500,
Wally Richardson,
Pole,
The Misunderstood,
Deepchord,
Johnny Clarke,
Lower 48,
Index,
Roger Hodgson,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Chrome,
The Toasters,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Fear,
Man Eating Sloth,
Outsiders,
FM Einheit,
Niagra,
The Victims,
Scientists,
F. McDonald,
Altered Images,
Harmonia,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Motions,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Joe Smooth,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Doobie Brothers,
Skriet,
Leonard Cohen,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Aaron Thompson,
Erykah Badu,
Kaleidoscope,
The J.B.'s,
Sun Ra,
Amon Düül II,
Alice Coltrane,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Gichy Dan,
Kevin Saunderson,
Cheater Slicks,
Tres Demented,
Terrestrial Tones,
Black Pus,
Gregory Isaacs,
Black Bananas,
Moss Icon,
Moebius,
Blake Baxter,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Tubeway Army,
Suicide,
John Foxx,
Hoover,
Marvin Gaye,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style.
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.