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 Gambia and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Winnipeg.
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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Barracudas to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Lalann. All the underground hits.
All Cluster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lower 48 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Modern Lovers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faust,
Rapeman,
New Order,
Qualms,
Public Image Ltd.,
Minor Threat,
Con Funk Shun,
The Residents,
Lee Hazlewood,
Outsiders,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Cheater Slicks,
Magma,
Matthew Halsall,
The Wake,
Radiohead,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Evens,
Inner City,
Livin' Joy,
Joe Finger,
DJ Sneak,
The Smoke,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Organ,
Interpol,
Massinfluence,
Urselle,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Minnie Riperton,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Hot Snakes,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Durutti Column,
Easy Going,
the Bar-Kays,
Aural Exciters,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Babytalk,
The Alarm Clocks,
the Normal,
Chrome,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Black Moon,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bootsy Collins,
Donny Hathaway,
U.S. Maple,
The Angels of Light,
Reagan Youth,
Ludus,
Stiv Bators,
Alice Coltrane,
Index,
The Dirtbombs,
Slave,
Marvin Gaye,
The Fall,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux.
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.