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 Netherlands and from Glasgow.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Essential Logic to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Lydon. All the underground hits.
All Von Mondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The New Christs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ash Ra Tempel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobbi Humphrey,
Kool Moe Dee,
Rhythm & Sound,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Peter and Kerry,
Nation of Ulysses,
Roger Hodgson,
Urselle,
Moby Grape,
The Grass Roots,
The Gap Band,
Carl Craig,
EPMD,
Ronan,
Neu!,
Brand Nubian,
Mantronix,
The Zeros,
The Moody Blues,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
X-101,
Barry Ungar,
The Five Americans,
Brothers Johnson,
Gabor Szabo,
Malaria!,
Kenny Larkin,
The Victims,
Jawbox,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Goldenarms,
The Happenings,
June of 44,
Harmonia,
DJ Style,
Thee Headcoats,
Mission of Burma,
Isaac Hayes,
X-Ray Spex,
Pole,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Black Flag,
The Walker Brothers,
Letta Mbulu,
The Offenders,
Echospace,
Gichy Dan,
The Doobie Brothers,
Soft Cell,
Bush Tetras,
The Slackers,
Sun Ra,
Grandmaster Flash,
Stiv Bators,
Peter & Gordon,
David McCallum,
Liliput,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Mojo Men,
Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic.
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.