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 Namibia and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 ABBA to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Misunderstood. All the underground hits.
All 10cc tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moebius record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 the Fania All-Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fugazi,
Jacques Brel,
Carl Craig,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lightning Bolt,
The Vogues,
CMW,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Au Pairs,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Durutti Column,
Al Stewart,
Fatback Band,
Godley & Creme,
In Retrospect,
Yaz,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Divine Comedy,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bootsy Collins,
Icehouse,
Scan 7,
the Soft Cell,
Gabor Szabo,
Ice-T,
Maleditus Sound,
Yellowson,
Bobby Womack,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Hardrive,
The Stooges,
The Electric Prunes,
The Mummies,
Gil Scott Heron,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sandy B,
Average White Band,
Massinfluence,
Faraquet,
Banda Bassotti,
The Buckinghams,
Gang of Four,
Vladislav Delay,
Zero Boys,
Stiv Bators,
Television Personalities,
Subhumans,
Moss Icon,
the Normal,
Adolescents,
Stetsasonic,
Letta Mbulu,
The Associates,
L. Decosne,
Fluxion,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Trumans Water,
Blancmange,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Crooked Eye,
Deakin, Deakin, Deakin, Deakin.
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.