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 Qatar and from Sao Paulo.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Calgary.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Cosmic Jokers 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 The Dave Clark Five. All the underground hits.
All The Royal Family And The Poor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Last Poets record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suicide record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visage,
Television,
Moby Grape,
Suicide,
Cecil Taylor,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Young Rascals,
Arthur Verocai,
48th St. Collective,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Neu!,
Crooked Eye,
Whodini,
Joy Division,
ABC,
Don Cherry,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Ludus,
Sam Rivers,
Eric Copeland,
Iggy Pop,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Drexciya,
Little Man,
B.T. Express,
Radio Birdman,
Cheater Slicks,
The Fortunes,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Quantec,
Andrew Hill,
Agitation Free,
Roxy Music,
David Axelrod,
Albert Ayler,
Black Moon,
Connie Case,
The Five Americans,
Kas Product,
Derrick May,
Sarah Menescal,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ohio Players,
Skarface,
Bill Wells,
Curtis Mayfield,
Mo-Dettes,
The Human League,
Deadbeat,
The Cure,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Sonics,
Matthew Bourne,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Rakim,
Max Romeo,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Excepter,
The Gun Club,
Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl.
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.