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 Switzerland and from Copenhagen.
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 Lyon and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Sällskapet to the grunge 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 Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Zero Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Motorama record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tears for Fears record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Isaac Hayes,
Crispian St. Peters,
Can,
Adolescents,
Sixth Finger,
Shuggie Otis,
The Barracudas,
The Busters,
Wasted Youth,
The Wake,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Crime,
Kurtis Blow,
Brass Construction,
Mary Jane Girls,
Faraquet,
Outsiders,
the Normal,
The Moody Blues,
Derrick May,
U.S. Maple,
Minor Threat,
Subhumans,
Robert Wyatt,
Y Pants,
Inner City,
Black Bananas,
Jeff Lynne,
Trumans Water,
Moebius,
Liliput,
Iggy Pop,
The Pop Group,
Zero Boys,
Rosa Yemen,
Piero Umiliani,
Blancmange,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
the Slits,
Neu!,
Los Fastidios,
Judy Mowatt,
the Human League,
Livin' Joy,
The Slits,
Con Funk Shun,
Sparks,
The Gap Band,
Nils Olav,
Ten City,
Bill Near,
Sister Nancy,
Guru Guru,
Tommy Roe,
Yaz,
Joe Smooth,
Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light.
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.