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 Kuwait and from Stockholm.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 arpeggiator 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 The Litter 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 Nico. All the underground hits.
All Severed Heads tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Albert Ayler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool Moe Dee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Negative Approach,
ABBA,
Pulsallama,
Aloha Tigers,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Soul II Soul,
Barry Ungar,
Charles Mingus,
Soft Machine,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bobby Sherman,
Bobby Byrd,
Sex Pistols,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Moody Blues,
The Knickerbockers,
James White and The Blacks,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Laurel Aitken,
Scion,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Count Five,
Steve Hackett,
Peter and Kerry,
Lou Christie,
Radiopuhelimet,
Kenny Larkin,
DNA,
Boredoms,
The Fire Engines,
DJ Sneak,
Barbara Tucker,
The Toasters,
Adolescents,
Crooked Eye,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Stooges,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Spandau Ballet,
Iggy Pop,
The Invisible,
Pole,
Alice Coltrane,
Dennis Brown,
Mantronix,
Slave,
Procol Harum,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Skarface,
Franke,
Amon Düül,
Icehouse,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
a-ha,
The Offenders,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Scrapy,
Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci.
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.