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 Belgium and from Sao Paulo.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
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 Fad Gadget to the electroclash 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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band. All the underground hits.
All Siglo XX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Star Department record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Animal Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Fuzztones,
The Names,
Boz Scaggs,
Soul II Soul,
Marvin Gaye,
The Young Rascals,
Fluxion,
X-Ray Spex,
Q and Not U,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lou Christie,
Shuggie Otis,
Sonny Sharrock,
Tommy Roe,
Joyce Sims,
Arthur Verocai,
Delta 5,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Pere Ubu,
the Normal,
Pussy Galore,
Skriet,
U.S. Maple,
Swans,
Sly & The Family Stone,
EPMD,
Frankie Knuckles,
Pierre Henry,
the Germs,
Sam Rivers,
Interpol,
Groovy Waters,
Piero Umiliani,
Wasted Youth,
Lower 48,
Lee Hazlewood,
Amon Düül,
Lebanon Hanover,
Tom Boy,
Camouflage,
The Detroit Cobras,
Slick Rick,
Stetsasonic,
Jawbox,
Rufus Thomas,
E-Dancer,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Don Cherry,
New Age Steppers,
The Mummies,
The Modern Lovers,
Sonic Youth,
Essential Logic,
The Real Kids,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Althea and Donna,
Juan Atkins,
Black Flag,
Panda Bear,
Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters.
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.