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 Philippines and from Lyon.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Chris & Cosey to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Fear. All the underground hits.
All Ultravox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Peanut Butter Conspiracy 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cal Tjader record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ituana,
Chris Corsano,
Nation of Ulysses,
Thee Headcoats,
Boz Scaggs,
Zero Boys,
Gang of Four,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Barracudas,
Joyce Sims,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Smiths,
Tres Demented,
Pet Shop Boys,
DNA,
10cc,
Roxette,
Slave,
Tears for Fears,
Junior Murvin,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Iggy Pop,
Pulsallama,
Quantec,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Country Teasers,
The New Christs,
Arab on Radar,
Marvin Gaye,
Dennis Brown,
Todd Terry,
Warsaw,
The Sound,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Count Five,
Robert Görl,
Y Pants,
Aaron Thompson,
Tommy Roe,
Funky Four + One,
Outsiders,
The Moody Blues,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Blues Magoos,
Underground Resistance,
Barry Ungar,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
48th St. Collective,
Brand Nubian,
Suburban Knight,
Big Daddy Kane,
Joe Smooth,
The J.B.'s,
The Seeds,
Tom Boy,
The American Breed,
Pharoah Sanders,
Moebius,
Amon Düül,
Mary Jane Girls,
X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex.
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.