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 Djibouti and from Salvador.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 linndrum 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 Monolake to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Young Rascals. All the underground hits.
All The Cosmic Jokers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DNA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Lynne,
Connie Case,
Rhythm & Sound,
Pere Ubu,
Colin Newman,
Reuben Wilson,
Technova,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Divine Comedy,
Stiv Bators,
Ultravox,
Eve St. Jones,
Hoover,
Quadrant,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
MDC,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sarah Menescal,
Neil Young,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Joensuu 1685,
Radio Birdman,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Organ,
Sound Behaviour,
Frankie Knuckles,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ronan,
Subhumans,
Dawn Penn,
The Mummies,
Simply Red,
Audionom,
The Pretty Things,
Joey Negro,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Durutti Column,
Kaleidoscope,
Soft Machine,
China Crisis,
Quantec,
Avey Tare,
Dead Boys,
Roger Hodgson,
Rosa Yemen,
Loose Ends,
Television Personalities,
Lalann,
Lyres,
Black Flag,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Zeros,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Residents,
The Selecter,
Massinfluence,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Five Americans,
John Holt,
Second Layer,
Neu!,
Nas,
Cluster,
James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks.
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.