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 Qatar and from Cairo.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Amazonics to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Amazonics. All the underground hits.
All Scratch Acid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every a-ha record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Throbbing Gristle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Moss Icon,
Neil Young,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Japan,
Jeff Mills,
Kevin Saunderson,
Gerry Rafferty,
LL Cool J,
David McCallum,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Harpers Bizarre,
Terry Callier,
Thee Headcoats,
Alison Limerick,
Altered Images,
The Kinks,
Roxy Music,
Brand Nubian,
Sonny Sharrock,
Hardrive,
Faust,
Darondo,
Minor Threat,
8 Eyed Spy,
Roger Hodgson,
Grauzone,
Half Japanese,
Arcadia,
The Electric Prunes,
Warsaw,
Second Layer,
Neu!,
Scott Walker,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Kerri Chandler,
Silicon Teens,
The Offenders,
Marvin Gaye,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Beau Brummels,
Barrington Levy,
Kas Product,
The Fugs,
The Doobie Brothers,
the Germs,
Average White Band,
Dave Gahan,
Ornette Coleman,
Eric Dolphy,
Drexciya,
Moebius,
Fear,
Magma,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Soul II Soul,
The Monks,
The Standells,
Quadrant,
Ituana,
Gang Green,
Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor.
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.