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 Benin and from Mexico City.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Goldenarms 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 Donald Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Terrestrial Tones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
cv313,
Crispian St. Peters,
Danielle Patucci,
Theoretical Girls,
Yellowson,
Audionom,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
kango's stein massive,
The Cramps,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Unwound,
Bluetip,
John Foxx,
Zapp,
Gichy Dan,
DNA,
Bronski Beat,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Loose Ends,
Sixth Finger,
Organ,
The Gladiators,
Lyres,
The Martian,
Franke,
Clear Light,
The Fall,
Peter & Gordon,
Lower 48,
The Residents,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
New Order,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Erykah Badu,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Matthew Halsall,
The Dave Clark Five,
EPMD,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
JFA,
Mo-Dettes,
Scratch Acid,
Neu!,
Magazine,
Japan,
10cc,
The Birthday Party,
New Age Steppers,
FM Einheit,
The Velvet Underground,
the Slits,
Spandau Ballet,
Banda Bassotti,
Colin Newman,
Scion,
Inner City,
The Toasters,
Bobby Sherman,
The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras.
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.