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 Bhutan and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Amon Düül to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Matthew Bourne. All the underground hits.
All The Shadows of Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Bourne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tommy Roe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tom Boy,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Throbbing Gristle,
Arcadia,
Spandau Ballet,
The Human League,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
JFA,
PIL,
Grandmaster Flash,
Moebius,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Joensuu 1685,
Spoonie Gee,
Reagan Youth,
Electric Prunes,
Infiniti,
Dorothy Ashby,
8 Eyed Spy,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Maleditus Sound,
Royal Trux,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Searchers,
Pharoah Sanders,
Joy Division,
In Retrospect,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Todd Rundgren,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Cramps,
Rufus Thomas,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Audionom,
Technova,
Altered Images,
Visage,
Flash Fearless,
The Dirtbombs,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Dave Clark Five,
Laurel Aitken,
The Leaves,
Gregory Isaacs,
Flamin' Groovies,
Organ,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Doors,
Siglo XX,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Blackbyrds,
Dead Boys,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Flesh Eaters,
Magazine,
Amon Düül,
Mr. Review,
Sixth Finger,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Mummies,
The Names,
Robert Görl,
Harmonia,
The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes.
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.