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 Somalia and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Lou Reed 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 Ohio Players to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Black Moon. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arab on Radar record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy Collins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drexciya,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Beau Brummels,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Gun Club,
Heaven 17,
Swans,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lalann,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Moleskins,
Kerri Chandler,
Gang Green,
Circle Jerks,
Goldenarms,
the Slits,
Pharoah Sanders,
Dual Sessions,
John Lydon,
The Star Department,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Count Five,
Jesper Dahlback,
Judy Mowatt,
Rotary Connection,
Amon Düül,
Tim Buckley,
Camouflage,
The Busters,
The Doors,
Juan Atkins,
Magazine,
the Fania All-Stars,
X-101,
Unwound,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bad Manners,
Peter & Gordon,
Qualms,
Crooked Eye,
Animal Collective,
Moss Icon,
Lyres,
London Community Gospel Choir,
FM Einheit,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Fire Engines,
Joyce Sims,
Byron Stingily,
Spandau Ballet,
The Human League,
Glenn Branca,
Theoretical Girls,
Lakeside,
Tom Boy,
China Crisis,
Unrelated Segments,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Moody Blues,
Young Marble Giants,
The Wake, The Wake, The Wake, The Wake.
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.