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 Angola and from Toronto.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Michael McDonald 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 Bush Tetras to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Heaven 17. All the underground hits.
All Desert Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every a-ha 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a One Last Wish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shuggie Otis,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Camberwell Now,
Man Parrish,
The Selecter,
Gang of Four,
Intrusion,
The Moleskins,
Pole,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Glenn Branca,
Piero Umiliani,
Sex Pistols,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ossler,
Con Funk Shun,
Colin Newman,
Y Pants,
Radio Birdman,
AZ,
Unwound,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Wasted Youth,
Peter & Gordon,
The Dirtbombs,
Clear Light,
Erykah Badu,
KRS-One,
Youth Brigade,
R.M.O.,
Charles Mingus,
The Human League,
10cc,
Blossom Toes,
the Human League,
John Foxx,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Japan,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Mission of Burma,
China Crisis,
Guru Guru,
The Tremeloes,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Shadows of Knight,
June Days,
Jeff Lynne,
the Sonics,
X-101,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Offenders,
The Gladiators,
The Music Machine,
The Blackbyrds,
Model 500,
Monks,
The Blues Magoos,
Radiopuhelimet,
Camouflage,
Harpers Bizarre,
John Holt, John Holt, John Holt, John Holt.
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.