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 Switzerland and from Calgary.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 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 The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 One Last Wish. All the underground hits.
All Lebanon Hanover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pagans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bronski Beat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boredoms,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Thee Headcoats,
Swell Maps,
Tubeway Army,
Frankie Knuckles,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Happenings,
Blossom Toes,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Jandek,
Soulsonic Force,
Warsaw,
Symarip,
Robert Görl,
Public Enemy,
Janne Schatter,
Jerry's Kids,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Alison Limerick,
Mr. Review,
Ossler,
Ralphi Rosario,
Gregory Isaacs,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Radio Birdman,
Young Marble Giants,
E-Dancer,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Underground Resistance,
Juan Atkins,
Brass Construction,
the Soft Cell,
Hoover,
Charles Mingus,
Laurel Aitken,
Harry Pussy,
Tropical Tobacco,
Harpers Bizarre,
Crash Course in Science,
Sex Pistols,
Skarface,
F. McDonald,
Peter and Kerry,
Kaleidoscope,
In Retrospect,
Brand Nubian,
Lalann,
Urselle,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Absolute Body Control,
Big Daddy Kane,
Mantronix,
Donny Hathaway,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Das Ding,
Crime,
the Slits,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Minny Pops,
Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear.
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.