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 Guinea-Bissau and from Woodstock.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Blancmange to the grunge 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 Motorama. All the underground hits.
All Khruangbin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grey Daturas 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Al Stewart record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slackers,
Matthew Halsall,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Y Pants,
Rotary Connection,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Hoover,
Sam Rivers,
Blake Baxter,
The Neon Judgement,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
June of 44,
Dead Boys,
CMW,
Cameo,
The Slits,
Eddi Front,
Unwound,
Bluetip,
Sarah Menescal,
Nick Fraelich,
Joyce Sims,
Scientists,
Funkadelic,
Robert Görl,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Accadde A,
Youth Brigade,
Panda Bear,
Juan Atkins,
Quadrant,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Misunderstood,
Pierre Henry,
U.S. Maple,
Pole,
David Axelrod,
Harry Pussy,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Smiths,
Sex Pistols,
Radiohead,
Thompson Twins,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Depeche Mode,
Vainqueur,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Clear Light,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Talk Talk,
Skarface,
Easy Going,
The Five Americans,
Agent Orange,
Terrestrial Tones,
The American Breed,
the Sonics,
Lalann,
Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water.
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.