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 Houston.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Ultramagnetic MC's to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Ronan. All the underground hits.
All Rapeman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ice-T record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Curtis Mayfield record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Human League,
Public Image Ltd.,
China Crisis,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Rhythm & Sound,
Oblivians,
The Mojo Men,
H. Thieme,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ossler,
Young Marble Giants,
Bad Manners,
Terry Callier,
Bobby Womack,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ralphi Rosario,
Stereo Dub,
Bill Wells,
Brand Nubian,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Au Pairs,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ludus,
The Mummies,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lightning Bolt,
The Monochrome Set,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Gang Green,
Radio Birdman,
The Trojans,
The United States of America,
10cc,
June Days,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Accadde A,
Delon & Dalcan,
Liliput,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Yusef Lateef,
New Order,
Technova,
The Zeros,
Organ,
Thee Headcoats,
Sarah Menescal,
A Certain Ratio,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Deakin,
Ronnie Foster,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sixth Finger,
Harpers Bizarre,
Faust,
The Cure,
Kaleidoscope,
The Evens,
Derrick May,
Sister Nancy,
Sun City Girls,
Darondo, Darondo, Darondo, Darondo.
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.