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 El Salvador and from New York.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Danielle Patucci to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Pierre Henry. All the underground hits.
All Roger Hodgson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantytec 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minny Pops record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crime,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Traffic Nightmare,
Main Source,
The Invisible,
Fatback Band,
Mad Mike,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Soft Cell,
Harpers Bizarre,
Nik Kershaw,
Bob Dylan,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Magazine,
Arab on Radar,
Albert Ayler,
Rod Modell,
Soulsonic Force,
Chris Corsano,
Joensuu 1685,
Echospace,
The Young Rascals,
Heaven 17,
The Wake,
Glenn Branca,
Tres Demented,
Monks,
Erasure,
The Stooges,
Patti Smith,
Jerry's Kids,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Kool Moe Dee,
DJ Style,
Graham Central Station,
Pylon,
Jacques Brel,
Erykah Badu,
Altered Images,
Pet Shop Boys,
Banda Bassotti,
New Age Steppers,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Amazonics,
Lou Reed,
David Bowie,
Ultimate Spinach,
Con Funk Shun,
Piero Umiliani,
Ossler,
Clear Light,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Matthew Halsall,
Carl Craig,
Matthew Bourne,
DNA,
Excepter,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Searchers,
X-101,
the Normal,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ronan, Ronan, Ronan, Ronan.
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.