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 Spain and from Winnipeg.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Selecter to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Outsiders. All the underground hits.
All Toni Rubio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Main Source record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camouflage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang of Four,
Eli Mardock,
Mo-Dettes,
John Cale,
Little Man,
In Retrospect,
Wings,
Curtis Mayfield,
Marine Girls,
CMW,
Leonard Cohen,
John Lydon,
Black Moon,
Tim Buckley,
The Beau Brummels,
The New Christs,
Bush Tetras,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Jimmy McGriff,
Circle Jerks,
John Holt,
The J.B.'s,
Jerry's Kids,
Essential Logic,
Eric Dolphy,
Rotary Connection,
The Slackers,
Outsiders,
Tomorrow,
Siglo XX,
Brothers Johnson,
Quantec,
Buzzcocks,
The Human League,
Eden Ahbez,
Pagans,
the Sonics,
Neil Young,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bob Dylan,
Excepter,
Rakim,
Don Cherry,
Make Up,
Saccharine Trust,
Babytalk,
The Leaves,
Gerry Rafferty,
Susan Cadogan,
The Fire Engines,
Radio Birdman,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Angry Samoans,
Eric Copeland,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lower 48,
Sister Nancy,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ituana,
Eddi Front,
Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond.
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.