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 Iraq and from Copenhagen.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 oboe 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 Magazine to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Livin' Joy. All the underground hits.
All Black Moon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantaleimon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June Days record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonny Sharrock,
the Human League,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Cecil Taylor,
Delta 5,
Ronnie Foster,
Soul II Soul,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Shadows of Knight,
Nation of Ulysses,
Scion,
The Grass Roots,
CMW,
Yellowson,
Outsiders,
Nico,
Hashim,
Banda Bassotti,
Panda Bear,
the Fania All-Stars,
Monolake,
Fluxion,
FM Einheit,
One Last Wish,
This Heat,
Talk Talk,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Donald Byrd,
Underground Resistance,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Vladislav Delay,
Ultra Naté,
Kas Product,
Blossom Toes,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Marc Almond,
Maleditus Sound,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sound Behaviour,
Black Sheep,
Bobby Sherman,
the Association,
Sonic Youth,
Stetsasonic,
Pulsallama,
The Fugs,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Radiohead,
Sarah Menescal,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Harry Pussy,
Agitation Free,
Pere Ubu,
DNA,
Carl Craig,
Dead Boys,
ABBA,
JFA,
The Residents,
Bang On A Can,
Danielle Patucci,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey.
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.