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 Hungary and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Calgary.
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 rhodes 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 CMW to the techno 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 Section 25. All the underground hits.
All Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy Collins,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
LL Cool J,
Bobby Byrd,
Flamin' Groovies,
Porter Ricks,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Chris Corsano,
T. Rex,
Connie Case,
Guru Guru,
Interpol,
Eric Dolphy,
Graham Central Station,
Outsiders,
Duran Duran,
Iggy Pop,
June Days,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Youth Brigade,
Marmalade,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Spandau Ballet,
E-Dancer,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Godley & Creme,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Can,
Alphaville,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Raincoats,
H. Thieme,
Maurizio,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Von Mondo,
Intrusion,
In Retrospect,
Fat Boys,
Janne Schatter,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Suicide,
Scion,
the Soft Cell,
Minny Pops,
Nils Olav,
Barbara Tucker,
Danielle Patucci,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Panda Bear,
Letta Mbulu,
New Age Steppers,
Electric Prunes,
Smog,
Visage,
Black Sheep,
Patti Smith,
Shuggie Otis,
Surgeon,
MC5,
T.S.O.L.,
Colin Newman,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Jimmy McGriff,
CMW, CMW, CMW, CMW.
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.