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 Djibouti and from Seoul.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 spring reverb 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 Altered Images 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 John Foxx. All the underground hits.
All Wally Richardson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fluxion 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Simply Red record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Los Fastidios,
Public Image Ltd.,
The American Breed,
Procol Harum,
Joy Division,
Excepter,
Pierre Henry,
the Soft Cell,
Mr. Review,
Erykah Badu,
Camberwell Now,
The Toasters,
Bobby Sherman,
The Move,
Soulsonic Force,
John Lydon,
Metal Thangz,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ice-T,
Scrapy,
Motorama,
Tubeway Army,
Iggy Pop,
Alton Ellis,
Hot Snakes,
Delta 5,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Mary Jane Girls,
Shuggie Otis,
Amon Düül II,
Crispian St. Peters,
Buzzcocks,
Ludus,
The Doobie Brothers,
Drexciya,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
the Bar-Kays,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Vainqueur,
Ronan,
John Holt,
CMW,
Ronnie Foster,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Minor Threat,
Charles Mingus,
Animal Collective,
Electric Prunes,
Saccharine Trust,
Roxy Music,
Moby Grape,
Mantronix,
Minnie Riperton,
Minutemen,
Soft Cell,
Talk Talk,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Faust,
Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound.
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.