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 Seychelles and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 Mexico City and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Juan Atkins to the disco 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 Sixth Finger. All the underground hits.
All Frankie Knuckles tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Urselle record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lizzy Mercier Descloux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heavy D & The Boyz,
U.S. Maple,
Minor Threat,
Piero Umiliani,
Ten City,
The Seeds,
David Bowie,
The Walker Brothers,
Motorama,
Bizarre Inc.,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Tubeway Army,
Connie Case,
Kayak,
The Neon Judgement,
The Alarm Clocks,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Mr. Review,
Public Enemy,
Moss Icon,
Lucky Dragons,
Eric Dolphy,
Nation of Ulysses,
Davy DMX,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sight & Sound,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Kevin Saunderson,
Scott Walker,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Pole,
The Tremeloes,
Graham Central Station,
Ice-T,
Soft Machine,
Delta 5,
The Last Poets,
Yusef Lateef,
8 Eyed Spy,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
PIL,
Barbara Tucker,
The Music Machine,
Leonard Cohen,
The Vogues,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Saints,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Boz Scaggs,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Toasters,
Heaven 17,
Magazine,
Ludus,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sällskapet,
The Index,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Jeff Lynne,
Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players.
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.