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 Mexico and from Spokane.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 808 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 Ken Boothe to the techno 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 Pylon. All the underground hits.
All Cameo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rod Modell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television Personalities record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brass Construction,
Barclay James Harvest,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Unwound,
Excepter,
Morten Harket,
Glenn Branca,
Delta 5,
Tommy Roe,
Kayak,
John Lydon,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
10cc,
Sarah Menescal,
The Smiths,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Neu!,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Godley & Creme,
Howard Jones,
Japan,
Connie Case,
Interpol,
Joy Division,
Gong,
the Bar-Kays,
Quantec,
Hasil Adkins,
Suicide,
Johnny Osbourne,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
John Cale,
The Grass Roots,
Minutemen,
The Stooges,
New York Dolls,
Tropical Tobacco,
Reagan Youth,
Fear,
Basic Channel,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Average White Band,
Ultra Naté,
Shuggie Otis,
The Birthday Party,
Rod Modell,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Residents,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bobby Byrd,
The Moody Blues,
Kenny Larkin,
Scan 7,
Derrick Morgan,
Adolescents,
Stockholm Monsters,
Babytalk,
Franke,
Jacob Miller,
Ice-T,
Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work.
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.