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 Bulgaria and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Manila.
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 oboe 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 Rakim to the disco 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 Mantronix. All the underground hits.
All Graham Central Station tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantytec 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moody Blues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ossler,
The Sonics,
ABBA,
The Cowsills,
The Techniques,
U.S. Maple,
Quantec,
Faraquet,
The American Breed,
Lou Reed,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Camberwell Now,
The Star Department,
Crooked Eye,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Human League,
Ten City,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Babytalk,
Lebanon Hanover,
Big Daddy Kane,
June Days,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Hoover,
The Misunderstood,
Goldenarms,
Vainqueur,
DJ Style,
Gichy Dan,
Little Man,
Porter Ricks,
Drive Like Jehu,
Nas,
The Happenings,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Joensuu 1685,
Bizarre Inc.,
Steve Hackett,
Simply Red,
Barclay James Harvest,
Animal Collective,
Rod Modell,
New Age Steppers,
Terrestrial Tones,
Stereo Dub,
Newcleus,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
E-Dancer,
Michelle Simonal,
Glambeats Corp.,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Stooges,
Sällskapet,
Matthew Halsall,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Vladislav Delay,
Absolute Body Control,
Massinfluence,
Average White Band,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Amazonics,
Scott Walker,
Oblivians,
Man Parrish,
Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson.
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.