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 Cuba and from Bologna.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Cybotron to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Residents. All the underground hits.
All Black Moon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every It's A Beautiful Day 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Animal Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alphaville,
Thompson Twins,
Dennis Brown,
John Foxx,
The Red Krayola,
Make Up,
Rites of Spring,
Fad Gadget,
Brass Construction,
kango's stein massive,
Harpers Bizarre,
Crime,
Television Personalities,
Underground Resistance,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Eden Ahbez,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Joy Division,
Mark Hollis,
Aloha Tigers,
Gichy Dan,
Todd Terry,
Bobby Sherman,
Swans,
Slick Rick,
Wally Richardson,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Tim Buckley,
Rapeman,
Youth Brigade,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Curtis Mayfield,
Radio Birdman,
Todd Rundgren,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Hoover,
CMW,
Guru Guru,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Blackbyrds,
Nico,
Wings,
Bootsy Collins,
the Swans,
Public Enemy,
The Alarm Clocks,
Mo-Dettes,
Jeru the Damaja,
Gregory Isaacs,
New Age Steppers,
Massinfluence,
Main Source,
cv313,
Lou Christie,
Interpol,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Charles Mingus,
Don Cherry,
Zapp,
Ronan,
The Slackers,
Reagan Youth,
Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks.
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.