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 Madagascar and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 Tehran and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 harpsichord 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 David Axelrod to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Monks. All the underground hits.
All Minny Pops tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blake Baxter 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soulsonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joey Negro,
Saccharine Trust,
The Vogues,
Alphaville,
Hoover,
Albert Ayler,
Bang On A Can,
Whodini,
Barbara Tucker,
Pharoah Sanders,
Joe Smooth,
Ohio Players,
Agitation Free,
The Durutti Column,
The Pop Group,
Amon Düül II,
Vladislav Delay,
Eric Copeland,
The Mojo Men,
Banda Bassotti,
Mad Mike,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Slits,
the Human League,
Icehouse,
Eve St. Jones,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The New Christs,
Tommy Roe,
The Slackers,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Y Pants,
Monks,
Pet Shop Boys,
Yellowson,
Quantec,
Black Moon,
Brothers Johnson,
Pulsallama,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Cybotron,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Guru Guru,
Crime,
Niagra,
Young Marble Giants,
MC5,
UT,
Camberwell Now,
U.S. Maple,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sister Nancy,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Donny Hathaway,
The Leaves,
Minutemen,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ice-T,
Rapeman,
Rites of Spring,
Unrelated Segments,
Mo-Dettes,
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.