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 Gambia and from Delhi.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Radiohead to the grime 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 Warren Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Altered Images tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skaos record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alison Limerick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Last Poets,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Quadrant,
Lou Christie,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The New Christs,
Ten City,
The Young Rascals,
Rhythm & Sound,
Rod Modell,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sight & Sound,
The Velvet Underground,
Crash Course in Science,
Dawn Penn,
Zero Boys,
Dead Boys,
Intrusion,
Essential Logic,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bad Manners,
The Moleskins,
Joey Negro,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Move,
The Monks,
Glenn Branca,
The Searchers,
The Fortunes,
Alton Ellis,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Gories,
Bauhaus,
Skriet,
John Holt,
The Doors,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Charles Mingus,
Arcadia,
Rufus Thomas,
The Gap Band,
Nils Olav,
Sun City Girls,
Jacob Miller,
Excepter,
Delta 5,
Accadde A,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Angels of Light,
Harry Pussy,
Hashim,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Iggy Pop,
Von Mondo,
Al Stewart,
Shoche,
Toni Rubio,
EPMD,
Cheater Slicks,
Crooked Eye,
The Motions,
Severed Heads,
Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth.
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.