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 Belarus and from Delhi.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 organ 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 Young Marble Giants to the crunk 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 Rekid. All the underground hits.
All Robert Hood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Whodini record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Judy Mowatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lindisfarne,
Grauzone,
The Dave Clark Five,
Royal Trux,
Grey Daturas,
Amon Düül,
Eurythmics,
The American Breed,
Black Sheep,
Yellowson,
Stetsasonic,
The Red Krayola,
The Real Kids,
Roxy Music,
Urselle,
Rites of Spring,
Joe Smooth,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Juan Atkins,
Eli Mardock,
Bobby Womack,
Black Flag,
Au Pairs,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sonny Sharrock,
Chrome,
Sandy B,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lalann,
The Blackbyrds,
Pole,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bill Wells,
Television Personalities,
Boz Scaggs,
Gil Scott Heron,
In Retrospect,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sällskapet,
Absolute Body Control,
Cheater Slicks,
The Raincoats,
Maleditus Sound,
Banda Bassotti,
Moebius,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Nils Olav,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Rakim,
The Motions,
The Slits,
L. Decosne,
Black Moon,
Zapp,
Cluster,
Outsiders,
Dark Day,
T. Rex,
Popol Vuh,
The Techniques,
Inner City,
Minny Pops,
Brothers Johnson,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud.
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.