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 Belize and from Sao Paulo.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 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 Flipper to the grunge 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 The Associates. All the underground hits.
All Funky Four + One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Hill 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quantec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Talk Talk,
Symarip,
Lou Christie,
Juan Atkins,
Nik Kershaw,
Rosa Yemen,
The Blackbyrds,
Heaven 17,
the Germs,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ohio Players,
Sight & Sound,
The Monochrome Set,
Young Marble Giants,
Buzzcocks,
Los Fastidios,
the Normal,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Marc Almond,
A Certain Ratio,
These Immortal Souls,
Mary Jane Girls,
Cecil Taylor,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Fuzztones,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
H. Thieme,
The Gories,
Organ,
The Modern Lovers,
The Raincoats,
Kerri Chandler,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Durutti Column,
Dorothy Ashby,
Silicon Teens,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Marmalade,
Monolake,
Ossler,
Ken Boothe,
Henry Cow,
David McCallum,
Massinfluence,
Oblivians,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ice-T,
Jandek,
Chris Corsano,
Ludus,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Shadows of Knight,
Delta 5,
Parry Music,
Erykah Badu,
Rites of Spring,
Japan,
Bizarre Inc.,
Piero Umiliani,
Black Bananas,
The J.B.'s,
Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B.
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.