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 Brazil and from Tokyo.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Thompson Twins to the jazz 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 Chris & Cosey. All the underground hits.
All Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythim Is Rhythim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kaleidoscope record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funky Four + One,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Last Poets,
The Selecter,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bang On A Can,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Smoke,
Supertramp,
Mary Jane Girls,
Michelle Simonal,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Little Man,
Liliput,
Cecil Taylor,
The Litter,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Brick,
Ultravox,
Symarip,
Howard Jones,
Jacob Miller,
James White and The Blacks,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Zapp,
Minor Threat,
Theoretical Girls,
The Pretty Things,
Simply Red,
Sonic Youth,
Ituana,
The Blackbyrds,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Dead C,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
AZ,
Pet Shop Boys,
Grauzone,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sexual Harrassment,
Cluster,
Public Enemy,
The Trojans,
Henry Cow,
Black Pus,
The New Christs,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Accadde A,
Jandek,
Tom Boy,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sex Pistols,
kango's stein massive,
Shoche,
Ultra Naté,
Gichy Dan,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Loose Ends,
Monks,
Glambeats Corp.,
Pagans, Pagans, Pagans, Pagans.
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.