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 Uruguay 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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Delhi.
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 Lou Reed 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Ponytail. All the underground hits.
All Shoche tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Von Mondo 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Bourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash,
Zero Boys,
Rosa Yemen,
Danielle Patucci,
KRS-One,
Sound Behaviour,
The Remains,
Arab on Radar,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Frankie Knuckles,
Accadde A,
The Sound,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Pylon,
B.T. Express,
Brass Construction,
Severed Heads,
Sun City Girls,
The Real Kids,
Idris Muhammad,
James White and The Blacks,
Deepchord,
Tim Buckley,
F. McDonald,
Funkadelic,
Nick Fraelich,
Nico,
Buzzcocks,
The Black Dice,
Average White Band,
Cameo,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Schoolly D,
Todd Terry,
Don Cherry,
The Smoke,
Mark Hollis,
The Barracudas,
R.M.O.,
Ponytail,
DNA,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Pop Group,
Sexual Harrassment,
Delta 5,
It's A Beautiful Day,
the Fania All-Stars,
World's Most,
T. Rex,
Sugar Minott,
Stereo Dub,
Arcadia,
The Neon Judgement,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Black Pus,
Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre.
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.