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 Oman and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 synthesizer 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 T.S.O.L. to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Cosmic Jokers. All the underground hits.
All Ice-T tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Albert Ayler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick May record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bluetip,
Desert Stars,
New York Dolls,
Bronski Beat,
Niagra,
Dennis Brown,
Neu!,
The Grass Roots,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Albert Ayler,
The Electric Prunes,
Royal Trux,
Gang of Four,
FM Einheit,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ornette Coleman,
The Black Dice,
Delon & Dalcan,
Flipper,
The Cramps,
Sound Behaviour,
KRS-One,
The Evens,
Arthur Verocai,
The Monks,
Kaleidoscope,
Motorama,
Scan 7,
Ten City,
Drexciya,
Con Funk Shun,
Chris Corsano,
U.S. Maple,
Can,
Babytalk,
Rod Modell,
Crooked Eye,
The Remains,
Eden Ahbez,
The Misunderstood,
Jacques Brel,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Marine Girls,
the Sonics,
Black Moon,
Sandy B,
Scientists,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Doobie Brothers,
Oneida,
A Flock of Seagulls,
June Days,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Cure,
Spoonie Gee,
Dorothy Ashby,
Model 500,
Erykah Badu,
Simply Red,
Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler.
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.