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 Benin and from Mexico City.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 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 Jawbox 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 Amazonics. All the underground hits.
All Minutemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mary Jane Girls 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a AZ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Neon Judgement,
Fear,
Cybotron,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Blues Magoos,
Chris & Cosey,
Godley & Creme,
Minnie Riperton,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
New York Dolls,
Second Layer,
Marvin Gaye,
Franke,
The Invisible,
Bobby Byrd,
Trumans Water,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bizarre Inc.,
Flash Fearless,
Neu!,
Albert Ayler,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Carl Craig,
Stereo Dub,
Avey Tare,
Barbara Tucker,
Ralphi Rosario,
New Order,
Minny Pops,
Lower 48,
Animal Collective,
Fugazi,
Lalann,
Dark Day,
Nick Fraelich,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Television,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Donny Hathaway,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Jeff Lynne,
Lightning Bolt,
Kaleidoscope,
The Associates,
The Count Five,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Kerri Chandler,
Simply Red,
The Searchers,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Spandau Ballet,
Joe Smooth,
The Real Kids,
the Soft Cell,
the Association,
Zero Boys,
Crash Course in Science,
Lee Hazlewood,
Hot Snakes,
Dorothy Ashby,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Josef K, Josef K, Josef K, Josef K.
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.