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 Tonga and from Seoul.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim to the techno 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 Warren Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Harmonia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sugar Minott record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Copeland,
X-Ray Spex,
Henry Cow,
Wire,
Accadde A,
Alphaville,
The Motions,
Section 25,
Camberwell Now,
Sexual Harrassment,
Stiv Bators,
Scrapy,
Darondo,
June Days,
Underground Resistance,
Yazoo,
Maleditus Sound,
Trumans Water,
Little Man,
The Monks,
The Velvet Underground,
MDC,
Altered Images,
Second Layer,
Pole,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Cramps,
Hashim,
T.S.O.L.,
Alice Coltrane,
ABC,
AZ,
Bluetip,
X-102,
Banda Bassotti,
Tubeway Army,
The Moody Blues,
The Seeds,
Hasil Adkins,
Quantec,
Grauzone,
The Detroit Cobras,
Marshall Jefferson,
F. McDonald,
Joyce Sims,
Jeru the Damaja,
Black Flag,
The Birthday Party,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Arab on Radar,
The Divine Comedy,
Mo-Dettes,
The Fall,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Judy Mowatt,
Soft Cell,
Delon & Dalcan,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Basic Channel,
Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope.
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.