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 Canada and from New York.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the 808 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 Deadbeat to the electroclash 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 Monochrome Set. All the underground hits.
All Panda Bear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Light Orchestra 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young & Crazy Horse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sound Behaviour,
Bill Wells,
Aswad,
Yellowson,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Joensuu 1685,
Altered Images,
Pet Shop Boys,
Alton Ellis,
The United States of America,
Brass Construction,
Judy Mowatt,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Last Poets,
Delta 5,
Faust,
The Gladiators,
Con Funk Shun,
Gichy Dan,
Skaos,
Los Fastidios,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Avey Tare,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Lungfish,
Main Source,
Camouflage,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Barrington Levy,
cv313,
Andrew Hill,
The Doors,
The Divine Comedy,
D'Angelo,
the Human League,
Frankie Knuckles,
Donny Hathaway,
Buzzcocks,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Rekid,
Ultra Naté,
The Monks,
Mad Mike,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Toasters,
Charles Mingus,
Fad Gadget,
Sandy B,
Kenny Larkin,
Josef K,
Japan,
the Normal,
Althea and Donna,
Ralphi Rosario,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Modern Lovers,
Sun Ra,
Gong,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Camberwell Now,
Crooked Eye,
Scion, Scion, Scion, Scion.
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.