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 Maldives and from Paris.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 spring reverb 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 Model 500 to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Velvet Underground. All the underground hits.
All Supertramp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Das Ding 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-Ray Spex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young,
The Music Machine,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Smiths,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Magazine,
Lou Christie,
Maurizio,
Robert Görl,
Technova,
L. Decosne,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Red Krayola,
Accadde A,
Faraquet,
Mad Mike,
The Fuzztones,
Guru Guru,
Mandrill,
the Human League,
Erasure,
Roy Ayers,
Sandy B,
Simply Red,
Pet Shop Boys,
Unrelated Segments,
H. Thieme,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Detroit Cobras,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Gun Club,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Desert Stars,
Monolake,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Crash Course in Science,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Urselle,
Stockholm Monsters,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Birthday Party,
In Retrospect,
10cc,
Average White Band,
Franke,
Lightning Bolt,
Rhythm & Sound,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Morten Harket,
8 Eyed Spy,
Massinfluence,
The Dirtbombs,
Lalann,
Traffic Nightmare,
Eli Mardock,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Negative Approach,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Pylon,
Magma,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry.
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.