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 Cameroon and from Portland.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Index to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Quantec. All the underground hits.
All Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Surgeon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mandrill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minny Pops,
The Slackers,
Main Source,
Fat Boys,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lakeside,
Brand Nubian,
Clear Light,
Mars,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Black Dice,
Amon Düül II,
Talk Talk,
Derrick May,
In Retrospect,
Loose Ends,
Symarip,
Simply Red,
Sugar Minott,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Duran Duran,
Theoretical Girls,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Zero Boys,
The Gap Band,
Spandau Ballet,
Fear,
Whodini,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Jacob Miller,
Pharoah Sanders,
Eric Dolphy,
Animal Collective,
the Normal,
Freddie Wadling,
Easy Going,
The Sonics,
Oneida,
Crispy Ambulance,
Roxette,
Panda Bear,
Sound Behaviour,
Don Cherry,
The Index,
Urselle,
Hardrive,
The Neon Judgement,
Arcadia,
Bob Dylan,
The Tremeloes,
DNA,
Alphaville,
Boz Scaggs,
Avey Tare,
Rotary Connection,
Joe Smooth,
Babytalk,
Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms.
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.