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 Chile and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 clarinet 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 DeepChord presents Echospace to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Fluxion. All the underground hits.
All Ponytail tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Byron Stingily record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a theremin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cybotron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terrestrial Tones,
Roxy Music,
The Neon Judgement,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Cybotron,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Andrew Hill,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Index,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Junior Murvin,
Banda Bassotti,
Loose Ends,
Cecil Taylor,
The Victims,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Mighty Diamonds,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Gerry Rafferty,
Franke,
The Sonics,
The American Breed,
The Stooges,
Ohio Players,
Robert Hood,
Graham Central Station,
The Knickerbockers,
the Slits,
Crispy Ambulance,
Television,
K-Klass,
Model 500,
the Association,
Parry Music,
Grandmaster Flash,
Gabor Szabo,
Man Parrish,
Spandau Ballet,
Maurizio,
Marc Almond,
The Trojans,
Eden Ahbez,
Marvin Gaye,
Soft Machine,
Harpers Bizarre,
Scratch Acid,
Y Pants,
Steve Hackett,
Matthew Halsall,
Joyce Sims,
Arab on Radar,
10cc,
U.S. Maple,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Seeds,
Mantronix,
Flash Fearless,
Thee Headcoats,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Khruangbin,
Supertramp,
Jeff Mills,
Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu.
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.