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 Tuvalu and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 rhodes 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 PIL to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Clear Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donny Hathaway 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doors record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Massinfluence,
Fat Boys,
T. Rex,
Hoover,
Bush Tetras,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Gladiators,
Severed Heads,
Pantytec,
Chris Corsano,
Aaron Thompson,
Marine Girls,
Index,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
the Fania All-Stars,
Crime,
The Music Machine,
Glambeats Corp.,
Heaven 17,
Negative Approach,
Neu!,
Siglo XX,
Camberwell Now,
Oneida,
Youth Brigade,
Joyce Sims,
Carl Craig,
Fluxion,
Matthew Bourne,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sixth Finger,
Soul Sonic Force,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Boogie Down Productions,
Slave,
Skarface,
Mission of Burma,
Avey Tare,
Tubeway Army,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Johnny Osbourne,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Thompson Twins,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Freddie Wadling,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Brand Nubian,
Minny Pops,
The Gap Band,
Yusef Lateef,
Jimmy McGriff,
Infiniti,
World's Most,
Audionom,
Radiopuhelimet,
Peter & Gordon,
Y Pants,
Moss Icon,
Laurel Aitken,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four.
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.