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 Turkey 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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 linndrum 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 The Jesus and Mary Chain to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell. All the underground hits.
All Parry Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every EPMD 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sisters of Mercy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Simply Red,
Main Source,
Lindisfarne,
The Smiths,
Todd Terry,
Prince Buster,
Eddi Front,
K-Klass,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Pop Group,
Wire,
Howard Jones,
The Remains,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Au Pairs,
The Misunderstood,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Nik Kershaw,
Ultra Naté,
T. Rex,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Trumans Water,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bill Near,
The Doors,
Althea and Donna,
Bill Wells,
Letta Mbulu,
Roy Ayers,
Godley & Creme,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Supertramp,
Marmalade,
Sarah Menescal,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Michelle Simonal,
The Cowsills,
Arab on Radar,
Amon Düül,
The Golliwogs,
Thee Headcoats,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Mandrill,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sister Nancy,
Robert Görl,
Sam Rivers,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
the Association,
Nico,
Man Parrish,
Graham Central Station,
Freddie Wadling,
Flamin' Groovies,
Throbbing Gristle,
Peter & Gordon,
Crash Course in Science,
Eve St. Jones,
Goldenarms,
The Divine Comedy,
David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie.
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.