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 Yemen and from New York.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the organ 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson. All the underground hits.
All Con Funk Shun tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agitation Free record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Basic Channel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sandy B,
Ken Boothe,
Electric Prunes,
John Lydon,
Loose Ends,
Sexual Harrassment,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lungfish,
Smog,
Cal Tjader,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bobby Sherman,
Liliput,
The Five Americans,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
R.M.O.,
Skriet,
The Durutti Column,
Vladislav Delay,
Tears for Fears,
June of 44,
Kaleidoscope,
World's Most,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Mojo Men,
the Soft Cell,
Metal Thangz,
Cybotron,
Organ,
The J.B.'s,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Porter Ricks,
Dorothy Ashby,
Scan 7,
Quantec,
Ludus,
Spandau Ballet,
Altered Images,
Barrington Levy,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sixth Finger,
The Fall,
Joey Negro,
Ronan,
F. McDonald,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sam Rivers,
Sight & Sound,
DNA,
Joe Smooth,
Lindisfarne,
X-102,
Mars,
The Searchers,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Marine Girls,
Monks,
Ohio Players,
Bob Dylan,
Lou Reed,
Althea and Donna,
Marcia Griffiths,
Chrome, Chrome, Chrome, Chrome.
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.