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 Slovenia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare 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 Camberwell Now to the crunk 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 the Human League. All the underground hits.
All Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Wells record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Isaac Hayes,
Eli Mardock,
Joe Smooth,
T.S.O.L.,
the Bar-Kays,
Harpers Bizarre,
John Holt,
Arcadia,
The Neon Judgement,
Can,
The Dirtbombs,
The Leaves,
One Last Wish,
Dark Day,
Fear,
Danielle Patucci,
The Star Department,
Man Parrish,
OOIOO,
Shuggie Otis,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Eric B and Rakim,
Essential Logic,
Gang Green,
the Association,
Pierre Henry,
Monks,
Matthew Halsall,
Fluxion,
The Standells,
Marc Almond,
Bush Tetras,
The Black Dice,
David Axelrod,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Agent Orange,
kango's stein massive,
The Smiths,
David McCallum,
Minny Pops,
Bobby Byrd,
Toni Rubio,
The Human League,
Minnie Riperton,
Siglo XX,
Bauhaus,
Jeff Lynne,
MC5,
Scientists,
EPMD,
DNA,
Tears for Fears,
Johnny Clarke,
Erykah Badu,
Throbbing Gristle,
Moss Icon,
Patti Smith,
Mad Mike,
Crash Course in Science,
Gichy Dan,
Grey Daturas,
Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front.
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.