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 Rwanda and from Johannesburg.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
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 Girls At Our Best! to the funk 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 The Fall. All the underground hits.
All the Bar-Kays tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drive Like Jehu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Joe & The Fish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris Corsano,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Hashim,
The Saints,
Jeff Lynne,
Youth Brigade,
Goldenarms,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Peter and Kerry,
Reuben Wilson,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ohio Players,
Moebius,
One Last Wish,
Unwound,
Circle Jerks,
Don Cherry,
Ronnie Foster,
Sarah Menescal,
Marine Girls,
Alton Ellis,
Mark Hollis,
Slick Rick,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bizarre Inc.,
Leonard Cohen,
Arab on Radar,
B.T. Express,
Depeche Mode,
Maurizio,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Davy DMX,
The Fall,
Warren Ellis,
Oblivians,
Anthony Braxton,
Surgeon,
Camberwell Now,
Joe Finger,
Average White Band,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Fire Engines,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Magma,
Kaleidoscope,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lalann,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Interpol,
Von Mondo,
Siglo XX,
Arcadia,
Sällskapet,
the Fania All-Stars,
DJ Style,
Maleditus Sound,
Echospace,
Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim.
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.