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 Finland and from Calgary.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 organ 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 Tres Demented to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Chrome. All the underground hits.
All Banda Bassotti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gregory Isaacs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Laurel Aitken record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slits,
Bang On A Can,
Gabor Szabo,
The Dave Clark Five,
Roger Hodgson,
Skriet,
Amazonics,
Matthew Halsall,
KRS-One,
Alice Coltrane,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Music Machine,
Crooked Eye,
Liliput,
Toni Rubio,
Black Pus,
Ultra Naté,
Gang Green,
PIL,
Section 25,
Pole,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Saccharine Trust,
The Remains,
The Shadows of Knight,
Intrusion,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Marc Almond,
Jerry Gold Smith,
X-101,
Grauzone,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bill Near,
Barrington Levy,
Bronski Beat,
Robert Görl,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Pulsallama,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Maleditus Sound,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Martian,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Donald Byrd,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Joey Negro,
Drexciya,
Trumans Water,
Suicide,
Cheater Slicks,
Moss Icon,
Shuggie Otis,
Dual Sessions,
Newcleus,
Royal Trux,
Stereo Dub,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Charles Mingus,
Sam Rivers,
kango's stein massive, kango's stein massive, kango's stein massive, kango's stein massive.
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.