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 San Marino and from Tokyo.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Flash Fearless to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Beau Brummels. All the underground hits.
All Donny Hathaway tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lizzy Mercier Descloux record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joensuu 1685 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alphaville,
The Monks,
UT,
Fat Boys,
Lakeside,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Fortunes,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Young Rascals,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Mark Hollis,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Alton Ellis,
John Coltrane,
KRS-One,
Fluxion,
Grauzone,
The Evens,
Blossom Toes,
A Certain Ratio,
The Names,
Aural Exciters,
Grandmaster Flash,
Danielle Patucci,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Wings,
Icehouse,
Yusef Lateef,
The Gap Band,
Gong,
Agent Orange,
The Flesh Eaters,
Amazonics,
Marmalade,
Severed Heads,
Maurizio,
Ash Ra Tempel,
New Age Steppers,
Newcleus,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Divine Comedy,
Arthur Verocai,
Brand Nubian,
David Bowie,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bobby Sherman,
Sällskapet,
The Fugs,
Tommy Roe,
Quando Quango,
Guru Guru,
Godley & Creme,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Judy Mowatt,
Erasure,
Roger Hodgson,
Y Pants,
Lebanon Hanover,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Eli Mardock,
Ultra Naté,
Oblivians,
Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy.
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.