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 Palau and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Gian Franco Pienzio to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Sonic Youth. All the underground hits.
All Rapeman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Outsiders 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heavy D & The Boyz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Drive Like Jehu,
Byron Stingily,
Eddi Front,
Con Funk Shun,
Cal Tjader,
The Durutti Column,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ossler,
Groovy Waters,
Lee Hazlewood,
Mandrill,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
June Days,
Todd Terry,
Todd Rundgren,
Urselle,
The Invisible,
Panda Bear,
Duran Duran,
Mo-Dettes,
Magma,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
John Coltrane,
Anakelly,
Nico,
ABC,
The Smiths,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Tears for Fears,
Iggy Pop,
Inner City,
Rakim,
Anthony Braxton,
Gang Starr,
Marvin Gaye,
Funkadelic,
Harmonia,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
the Normal,
Donald Byrd,
Quando Quango,
Cecil Taylor,
Josef K,
Susan Cadogan,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Youth Brigade,
Barry Ungar,
The Monochrome Set,
The Moody Blues,
Siglo XX,
Eden Ahbez,
Model 500,
The Modern Lovers,
Bad Manners,
Faust,
Public Enemy,
Blake Baxter,
The Misunderstood,
Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish.
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.