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 Dominican Republic and from Seoul.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 It's A Beautiful Day to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Alphaville. All the underground hits.
All Bizarre Inc. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Modern Lovers 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Excepter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fifty Foot Hose,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Cramps,
Blossom Toes,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Alarm Clocks,
Wolf Eyes,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
China Crisis,
June of 44,
Drexciya,
Desert Stars,
Brick,
The Velvet Underground,
John Holt,
Boogie Down Productions,
the Normal,
Roxy Music,
Jesper Dahlback,
T. Rex,
Black Sheep,
The Birthday Party,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Toasters,
Minor Threat,
John Coltrane,
Lou Reed,
Dennis Brown,
Hashim,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Roger Hodgson,
Oneida,
Dawn Penn,
Icehouse,
Rosa Yemen,
The Pretty Things,
the Germs,
Deakin,
Ludus,
Darondo,
Spoonie Gee,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Pantytec,
Graham Central Station,
Moebius,
The Monks,
Piero Umiliani,
Slave,
Steve Hackett,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bad Manners,
The Associates,
Mission of Burma,
Scientists,
Groovy Waters,
Jeff Mills,
Frankie Knuckles,
Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic.
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.