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 Korea North and from Lille.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Lille.
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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Bang On A Can to the grunge 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 Terrestrial Tones. All the underground hits.
All Gerry Rafferty tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Little Man 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Easy Going record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Halsall,
Terry Callier,
The Red Krayola,
Davy DMX,
Toni Rubio,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Subhumans,
Soulsonic Force,
DNA,
a-ha,
X-101,
Bobby Byrd,
Public Enemy,
One Last Wish,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Von Mondo,
Lou Reed,
Tomorrow,
Goldenarms,
Nils Olav,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Aloha Tigers,
the Human League,
The Young Rascals,
Wolf Eyes,
the Bar-Kays,
Boredoms,
Avey Tare,
Panda Bear,
Tommy Roe,
Juan Atkins,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Scan 7,
Anthony Braxton,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Easy Going,
the Normal,
The Durutti Column,
Fad Gadget,
Nick Fraelich,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lightning Bolt,
Babytalk,
Severed Heads,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Cybotron,
Soul II Soul,
Ossler,
Liliput,
Y Pants,
Sister Nancy,
Ash Ra Tempel,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Kayak,
Roy Ayers,
Jerry's Kids,
Marc Almond,
Lakeside,
Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17.
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.