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 Uganda and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 rhodes 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 Neil Young to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Interpol. All the underground hits.
All The Cowsills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Happenings 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalann record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Searchers,
Rhythm & Sound,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Todd Rundgren,
The Happenings,
Yaz,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Gories,
Marc Almond,
Leonard Cohen,
Negative Approach,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Prince Buster,
The Cowsills,
Spoonie Gee,
T. Rex,
8 Eyed Spy,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Blues Magoos,
Vladislav Delay,
Saccharine Trust,
Charles Mingus,
Marvin Gaye,
Simply Red,
New York Dolls,
Gil Scott Heron,
The J.B.'s,
EPMD,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Supertramp,
Audionom,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ossler,
UT,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sarah Menescal,
Mr. Review,
Johnny Clarke,
Yusef Lateef,
Ituana,
Scan 7,
Severed Heads,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Mars,
Tom Boy,
Symarip,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Neu!,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Angels of Light,
Aaron Thompson,
the Bar-Kays,
Adolescents,
The Detroit Cobras,
the Association,
Motorama,
U.S. Maple,
Metal Thangz,
Jawbox,
Brick, Brick, Brick, Brick.
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.