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 Kazakhstan and from Sao Paulo.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Con Funk Shun to the electroclash 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 Bootsy's Rubber Band. All the underground hits.
All Ohio Players tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Traffic Nightmare record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 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 synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Halsall,
Motorama,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bush Tetras,
Niagra,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Cheater Slicks,
Donny Hathaway,
Agent Orange,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Matthew Bourne,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Tears for Fears,
Jerry's Kids,
The Moleskins,
Rotary Connection,
Tim Buckley,
Hashim,
the Germs,
Negative Approach,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Joey Negro,
Maleditus Sound,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Faraquet,
Ohio Players,
Schoolly D,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Suicide,
The Martian,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Reuben Wilson,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Gladiators,
DNA,
Pantaleimon,
The Beau Brummels,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Slick Rick,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ken Boothe,
Magma,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Harry Pussy,
Warren Ellis,
Jeff Mills,
10cc,
Chris Corsano,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Freddie Wadling,
Joyce Sims,
UT,
The Flesh Eaters,
Dave Gahan,
Sam Rivers,
Wasted Youth,
Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs.
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.