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 San Marino and from Glasgow.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Ornette Coleman to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Gong. All the underground hits.
All Graham Central Station tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June of 44 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mo-Dettes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Byron Stingily,
Audionom,
Joe Finger,
Siglo XX,
Skriet,
The Zeros,
The Beau Brummels,
Livin' Joy,
Barclay James Harvest,
Jerry's Kids,
Q and Not U,
Hashim,
The Victims,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Gichy Dan,
Brass Construction,
Arcadia,
Susan Cadogan,
Yusef Lateef,
Sixth Finger,
Fort Wilson Riot,
8 Eyed Spy,
10cc,
Sister Nancy,
Black Flag,
Soul II Soul,
Sun Ra,
The Mummies,
Dawn Penn,
Dead Boys,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Basic Channel,
The Real Kids,
Kayak,
Smog,
Aswad,
The Angels of Light,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Roger Hodgson,
Fear,
Brothers Johnson,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Dead C,
Amazonics,
Throbbing Gristle,
Michelle Simonal,
cv313,
Banda Bassotti,
Bill Wells,
Eddi Front,
Alton Ellis,
Television,
Radiopuhelimet,
Crime,
Man Eating Sloth,
Pulsallama,
Skarface,
Fatback Band,
Vainqueur,
Slave, Slave, Slave, Slave.
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.