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 Slovenia and from Houston.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 harpsichord 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 Nation of Ulysses to the dance 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 Bobby Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Jerry Gold Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Khruangbin 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Guru Guru record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Judy Mowatt,
Livin' Joy,
Pagans,
Bronski Beat,
MC5,
Marine Girls,
Public Enemy,
Sound Behaviour,
Negative Approach,
X-Ray Spex,
The Black Dice,
Don Cherry,
Eden Ahbez,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Raincoats,
Country Teasers,
Johnny Clarke,
the Swans,
The Fall,
DNA,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Niagra,
Jacob Miller,
Nico,
Joensuu 1685,
Schoolly D,
Shoche,
Sonny Sharrock,
EPMD,
Mark Hollis,
Con Funk Shun,
Black Bananas,
Bill Wells,
The Gap Band,
Saccharine Trust,
Stetsasonic,
Eric B and Rakim,
DJ Style,
Tears for Fears,
Pantaleimon,
Von Mondo,
the Bar-Kays,
Colin Newman,
The Young Rascals,
Eric Dolphy,
Sonic Youth,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The New Christs,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Flesh Eaters,
Roxette,
The Mummies,
Gong,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Scrapy,
Dark Day,
Rakim,
The Monochrome Set,
John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx.
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.