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 Samoa and from Mexico City.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 güiro 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 Cheater Slicks to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Gerry Rafferty. All the underground hits.
All Hot Snakes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Art Ensemble Of Chicago record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a World's Most record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Normal,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Wasted Youth,
Jimmy McGriff,
The American Breed,
Morten Harket,
Connie Case,
Jeff Mills,
Deadbeat,
New Order,
Minutemen,
The Modern Lovers,
Soul Sonic Force,
Drexciya,
Can,
Siglo XX,
Magazine,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Surgeon,
The United States of America,
Delta 5,
Infiniti,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Joyce Sims,
The Human League,
Television,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Juan Atkins,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Aural Exciters,
Procol Harum,
Rapeman,
L. Decosne,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Fugs,
Pussy Galore,
B.T. Express,
DJ Style,
Maurizio,
Oneida,
Moby Grape,
Kevin Saunderson,
Simply Red,
Leonard Cohen,
Depeche Mode,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Monks,
the Bar-Kays,
Boredoms,
The Martian,
Youth Brigade,
Bobby Byrd,
The Zeros,
Average White Band,
Half Japanese,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Royal Trux,
Lou Reed,
Ronan,
Erasure,
Ken Boothe,
Roxy Music,
Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant.
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.