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 Somalia and from Jakarta.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Mumbai.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 The Trojans to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Hot Snakes. All the underground hits.
All Infiniti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every H. Thieme 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Lynne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blossom Toes,
Cecil Taylor,
The Moody Blues,
Lucky Dragons,
A Certain Ratio,
The Last Poets,
Fort Wilson Riot,
UT,
Donald Byrd,
Dead Boys,
Fela Kuti,
Nico,
Public Image Ltd.,
Pole,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
E-Dancer,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Country Teasers,
Max Romeo,
One Last Wish,
PIL,
Index,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Bad Manners,
The Dead C,
Pussy Galore,
Nation of Ulysses,
James White and The Blacks,
The Leaves,
Byron Stingily,
Motorama,
Silicon Teens,
Sam Rivers,
Altered Images,
Howard Jones,
This Heat,
Soul II Soul,
The Buckinghams,
Royal Trux,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Cheater Slicks,
The Moleskins,
Ken Boothe,
Tom Boy,
Nik Kershaw,
The Move,
Pulsallama,
Supertramp,
Prince Buster,
Freddie Wadling,
The Cowsills,
Ossler,
The J.B.'s,
Excepter,
Mad Mike,
Joensuu 1685,
Ronnie Foster,
David Axelrod,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Jimmy McGriff,
James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions.
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.