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 Dominican Republic and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 organ 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 Bill Wells to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Jesper Dahlbäck. All the underground hits.
All Pantytec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every EPMD record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Light Orchestra,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Count Five,
Fluxion,
Fela Kuti,
Crispy Ambulance,
Robert Görl,
the Fania All-Stars,
Schoolly D,
Harry Pussy,
Chris & Cosey,
Pagans,
Kenny Larkin,
Freddie Wadling,
Kaleidoscope,
Sun City Girls,
Lou Reed,
Black Bananas,
Ronnie Foster,
Quando Quango,
Vainqueur,
Duran Duran,
Ultravox,
Dark Day,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Unrelated Segments,
Laurel Aitken,
Bad Manners,
Kas Product,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Slick Rick,
Junior Murvin,
Jacob Miller,
Monks,
Nick Fraelich,
Jandek,
Soft Cell,
Black Moon,
Sällskapet,
Al Stewart,
The Selecter,
Dawn Penn,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Angels of Light,
Brass Construction,
Eric B and Rakim,
DJ Sneak,
The J.B.'s,
Bill Near,
Matthew Halsall,
Susan Cadogan,
Trumans Water,
The Divine Comedy,
Franke,
In Retrospect,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Peter and Kerry,
Alphaville,
Bill Wells,
K-Klass,
Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd..
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.