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 Germany and from Paris.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Robert Hood to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Masters at Work. All the underground hits.
All Ten City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Move record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Morten Harket,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Theoretical Girls,
Bush Tetras,
Monolake,
Animal Collective,
Traffic Nightmare,
Surgeon,
Eve St. Jones,
Kaleidoscope,
Barbara Tucker,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
F. McDonald,
Max Romeo,
The Count Five,
Chris & Cosey,
K-Klass,
Erasure,
Robert Wyatt,
Television Personalities,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Young Marble Giants,
Soulsonic Force,
Sister Nancy,
The Dirtbombs,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Victims,
The New Christs,
Negative Approach,
Charles Mingus,
Delon & Dalcan,
Dark Day,
Electric Prunes,
Model 500,
Colin Newman,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Rapeman,
Althea and Donna,
Sällskapet,
Brass Construction,
Alison Limerick,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Sonics,
Glenn Branca,
Shoche,
Pylon,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Black Moon,
Man Parrish,
Clear Light,
Roxy Music,
CMW,
Nik Kershaw,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Minnie Riperton,
The Mojo Men,
Grandmaster Flash,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
These Immortal Souls,
Zapp, Zapp, Zapp, Zapp.
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.