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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Lyon.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines to the dance 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 Robert Görl. All the underground hits.
All Eric Dolphy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool Moe Dee record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sexual Harrassment record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Susan Cadogan,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
DNA,
The United States of America,
Pulsallama,
Bizarre Inc.,
Roger Hodgson,
The Cramps,
D'Angelo,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Kerri Chandler,
Radio Birdman,
Davy DMX,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ronnie Foster,
Joe Smooth,
Depeche Mode,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Pierre Henry,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Colin Newman,
Cal Tjader,
The Leaves,
Rod Modell,
Brothers Johnson,
Kurtis Blow,
Morten Harket,
Steve Hackett,
Vladislav Delay,
Eric B and Rakim,
Silicon Teens,
Black Pus,
Minnie Riperton,
Glambeats Corp.,
Rakim,
Wally Richardson,
Ice-T,
The Remains,
Chris Corsano,
Robert Hood,
Interpol,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bronski Beat,
The Neon Judgement,
Rotary Connection,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
the Slits,
Erykah Badu,
Jacob Miller,
Traffic Nightmare,
Derrick Morgan,
Buzzcocks,
The Mummies,
Can,
Gang of Four,
Popol Vuh,
Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter.
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.