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 Iraq and from Winnipeg.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Philadelphia.
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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Beau Brummels 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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Average White Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Coltrane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Livin' Joy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drive Like Jehu,
Spandau Ballet,
Alton Ellis,
Basic Channel,
Motorama,
Eurythmics,
Vainqueur,
Funky Four + One,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sonic Youth,
Derrick Morgan,
Ken Boothe,
Fat Boys,
Ten City,
Cymande,
Trumans Water,
Dennis Brown,
Ponytail,
K-Klass,
Talk Talk,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Cheater Slicks,
Suicide,
Howard Jones,
Shuggie Otis,
Lalann,
Maurizio,
The Associates,
Barrington Levy,
The Wake,
H. Thieme,
Nas,
The J.B.'s,
the Soft Cell,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Audionom,
Clear Light,
The Index,
Fela Kuti,
Subhumans,
Los Fastidios,
The Cramps,
ABC,
The Victims,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sam Rivers,
Mark Hollis,
Lebanon Hanover,
Supertramp,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Erasure,
The Golliwogs,
Tom Boy,
Japan,
T.S.O.L.,
Brass Construction,
Quadrant,
The Kinks,
The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke.
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.