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 Guatemala and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 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 Mr. Review to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Sugar Minott. All the underground hits.
All X-102 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cowsills record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Divine Comedy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Soft Cell,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ice-T,
Saccharine Trust,
Von Mondo,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Vogues,
Donny Hathaway,
Gil Scott Heron,
Metal Thangz,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Jacques Brel,
Lou Christie,
Ponytail,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Cowsills,
Procol Harum,
Bill Wells,
New Order,
ABBA,
Kool Moe Dee,
Joyce Sims,
Nico,
Easy Going,
Hoover,
Ultra Naté,
The Cure,
Malaria!,
Wolf Eyes,
Henry Cow,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Circle Jerks,
Matthew Bourne,
Drexciya,
Marmalade,
Pole,
The Busters,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Erasure,
Technova,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Supertramp,
Traffic Nightmare,
Black Sheep,
Maleditus Sound,
Organ,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Fall,
Moby Grape,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Aural Exciters,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Golliwogs,
The Black Dice,
Essential Logic,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Slave,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell.
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.