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 Seychelles and from Stockholm.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Sparks to the rock 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 The Mighty Diamonds. All the underground hits.
All Fluxion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Velvet Underground record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Associates record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiopuhelimet,
Wally Richardson,
Schoolly D,
The New Christs,
Quantec,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Japan,
Liliput,
The Skatalites,
Eve St. Jones,
Porter Ricks,
The Smoke,
The J.B.'s,
The Divine Comedy,
Reagan Youth,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Yusef Lateef,
Bobby Byrd,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Altered Images,
David Axelrod,
Inner City,
David Bowie,
The Alarm Clocks,
Gong,
The Fortunes,
Joensuu 1685,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Oblivians,
Derrick May,
Piero Umiliani,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bizarre Inc.,
Stockholm Monsters,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Tim Buckley,
The Music Machine,
Gang Gang Dance,
Fear,
Buzzcocks,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Marc Almond,
The Pretty Things,
H. Thieme,
Lower 48,
Radiohead,
The Index,
Drexciya,
Bush Tetras,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Minutemen,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Average White Band,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ultra Naté,
Rites of Spring,
Marvin Gaye,
Blake Baxter,
Agitation Free,
Sällskapet,
Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet.
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.