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 Vietnam and from Salvador.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Pharoah Sanders to the rock 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 The Selecter. All the underground hits.
All The Residents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dead Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Youth Brigade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Moon,
Little Man,
Newcleus,
The Five Americans,
The Blackbyrds,
Fad Gadget,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Todd Terry,
DJ Style,
Bobby Sherman,
Eric Dolphy,
Simply Red,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Swell Maps,
Heaven 17,
Mars,
The Grass Roots,
Gang Gang Dance,
Slave,
Infiniti,
Todd Rundgren,
Tomorrow,
Chris & Cosey,
Parry Music,
DNA,
The Fuzztones,
Amon Düül,
Masters at Work,
Ultravox,
Reagan Youth,
Essential Logic,
Outsiders,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
These Immortal Souls,
Stetsasonic,
Scrapy,
Cybotron,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Franke,
Theoretical Girls,
Von Mondo,
Pulsallama,
Das Ding,
Crooked Eye,
Boogie Down Productions,
Duran Duran,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Big Daddy Kane,
Mandrill,
Blossom Toes,
Ten City,
Chrome,
Freddie Wadling,
Bush Tetras,
Supertramp,
Niagra,
The Barracudas,
Sugar Minott,
Echospace,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Kas Product,
The Smiths,
Skriet, Skriet, Skriet, Skriet.
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.