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 Philippines and from Johannesburg.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 James White and The Blacks to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Patti Smith. All the underground hits.
All Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sister Nancy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Outsiders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Popol Vuh,
Terrestrial Tones,
One Last Wish,
Skriet,
Derrick May,
Marmalade,
Lakeside,
Aswad,
The J.B.'s,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Outsiders,
X-101,
The Young Rascals,
Nirvana,
Mark Hollis,
Sonic Youth,
Neil Young,
The Gladiators,
Deepchord,
Tim Buckley,
The Mojo Men,
The Buckinghams,
Simply Red,
The Standells,
Pagans,
The Happenings,
Rosa Yemen,
Yazoo,
Pantytec,
Black Pus,
John Lydon,
The Associates,
Cal Tjader,
Parry Music,
Joy Division,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Michelle Simonal,
June of 44,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sun Ra,
Banda Bassotti,
Al Stewart,
Khruangbin,
Hasil Adkins,
Slave,
Bauhaus,
Section 25,
Tommy Roe,
Neu!,
Black Moon,
The Busters,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Scientists,
Gong,
Nik Kershaw,
The American Breed,
a-ha,
The Five Americans,
Yaz,
Tubeway Army,
Sällskapet,
Derrick Morgan,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Quantec, Quantec, Quantec, Quantec.
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.