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 St Lucia and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ 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 Marcia Griffiths to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Bauhaus. All the underground hits.
All Section 25 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harmonia record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Light Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonic Youth,
Desert Stars,
Ronan,
8 Eyed Spy,
Amazonics,
Terrestrial Tones,
Television,
The Modern Lovers,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Blackbyrds,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ossler,
Fugazi,
Mandrill,
Symarip,
Bootsy Collins,
Nils Olav,
Sandy B,
Ronnie Foster,
The Residents,
Young Marble Giants,
Lyres,
Skriet,
kango's stein massive,
James White and The Blacks,
The Zeros,
Boz Scaggs,
The Buckinghams,
DNA,
Goldenarms,
Cecil Taylor,
David Bowie,
Bronski Beat,
Chrome,
Kurtis Blow,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Skatalites,
Chris & Cosey,
Niagra,
Yusef Lateef,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Trumans Water,
Sister Nancy,
Kevin Saunderson,
Whodini,
Hashim,
Pagans,
Slave,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Crooked Eye,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Black Moon,
Gichy Dan,
Nik Kershaw,
Pussy Galore,
Byron Stingily,
Average White Band,
Glenn Branca,
Gabor Szabo,
KRS-One,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Kenny Larkin,
Sparks,
Model 500, Model 500, Model 500, Model 500.
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.