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 Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 sitar 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 Deadbeat to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Cybotron. All the underground hits.
All The Motions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Traffic Nightmare record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Order record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Germs,
Scott Walker,
Clear Light,
Adolescents,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bootsy Collins,
Camberwell Now,
Kaleidoscope,
Radiopuhelimet,
Byron Stingily,
T. Rex,
LL Cool J,
Terry Callier,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Residents,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Roger Hodgson,
Babytalk,
Shoche,
Tears for Fears,
Public Enemy,
Essential Logic,
The Dirtbombs,
Yellowson,
Eurythmics,
Bobby Womack,
MC5,
Whodini,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Franke,
the Soft Cell,
Altered Images,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Moebius,
Fear,
Nation of Ulysses,
Absolute Body Control,
Tomorrow,
Index,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The American Breed,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Make Up,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Pop Group,
Urselle,
Ten City,
Warren Ellis,
Moss Icon,
Chris Corsano,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Main Source,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Mr. Review,
The Beau Brummels,
Crispy Ambulance,
the Bar-Kays,
Bluetip,
Echospace, Echospace, Echospace, Echospace.
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.