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 Austria and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Lille.
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 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 Larry & the Blue Notes to the electroclash 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 Quadrant. All the underground hits.
All Peter & Gordon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Fraelich record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alton Ellis,
New Order,
Barry Ungar,
the Soft Cell,
Cal Tjader,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Panda Bear,
Gong,
Ralphi Rosario,
Girls At Our Best!,
John Cale,
Fad Gadget,
10cc,
Nas,
Bobby Byrd,
Patti Smith,
John Coltrane,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Joey Negro,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Gang Green,
World's Most,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Cymande,
Tears for Fears,
Radiopuhelimet,
Gang Starr,
the Swans,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Toasters,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Spoonie Gee,
The Beau Brummels,
The Durutti Column,
James White and The Blacks,
Model 500,
Todd Rundgren,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Pagans,
Monolake,
Slave,
Jeru the Damaja,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Livin' Joy,
Lyres,
Sugar Minott,
Radiohead,
Soft Machine,
Duran Duran,
Mary Jane Girls,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Stiv Bators,
The Smoke,
Underground Resistance,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bobby Sherman,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Groovy Waters,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Deadbeat,
Buzzcocks,
Soft Cell,
Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid.
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.