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 Nigeria and from Milan.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
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 Soft Cell to the punk 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 Lucky Dragons. All the underground hits.
All Graham Central Station tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronnie Foster 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sly & The Family Stone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ultravox,
The Martian,
Donny Hathaway,
Jimmy McGriff,
a-ha,
The Seeds,
Young Marble Giants,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ohio Players,
Japan,
Newcleus,
Suicide,
Circle Jerks,
Soft Machine,
Leonard Cohen,
Cecil Taylor,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Sound,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Nils Olav,
Jacob Miller,
The American Breed,
Sarah Menescal,
L. Decosne,
Lungfish,
The Zeros,
The Blues Magoos,
Black Flag,
The Standells,
The Searchers,
Zapp,
B.T. Express,
Spandau Ballet,
Radiopuhelimet,
Joy Division,
Kevin Saunderson,
Swell Maps,
the Association,
Marcia Griffiths,
Aaron Thompson,
Lower 48,
Stockholm Monsters,
Minnie Riperton,
The Slackers,
Pole,
CMW,
Moebius,
Roxette,
Girls At Our Best!,
Gang Green,
Guru Guru,
The Neon Judgement,
Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis.
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.