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 Pakistan and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 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 Shoche 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 The Victims. All the underground hits.
All 10cc tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Procol Harum record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gastr Del Sol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Massinfluence,
Reagan Youth,
Cluster,
Bobby Sherman,
Model 500,
Cheater Slicks,
These Immortal Souls,
Toni Rubio,
Minny Pops,
Nick Fraelich,
Ohio Players,
Jeff Mills,
Peter and Kerry,
Gang Green,
Boredoms,
Kerri Chandler,
Wasted Youth,
John Foxx,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Zeros,
The Victims,
Glambeats Corp.,
Groovy Waters,
Man Parrish,
X-101,
Spoonie Gee,
Angry Samoans,
Jawbox,
Janne Schatter,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Blancmange,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Guru Guru,
Chris & Cosey,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Arab on Radar,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Matthew Bourne,
Joe Finger,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Saccharine Trust,
X-Ray Spex,
Neil Young,
The Techniques,
KRS-One,
Grauzone,
Tim Buckley,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Blake Baxter,
The Sound,
Symarip,
Cecil Taylor,
Smog,
Brothers Johnson,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bizarre Inc.,
Bobby Womack,
Sound Behaviour,
Laurel Aitken,
Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone.
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.