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 Ecuador and from Hong Kong.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Tom Verlaine 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 New Age Steppers to the disco 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 Rapeman. All the underground hits.
All Ten City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Beau Brummels record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mighty Diamonds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cluster,
Roxette,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Dead C,
U.S. Maple,
Zero Boys,
Juan Atkins,
Joensuu 1685,
Scion,
Jandek,
Nils Olav,
Darondo,
The Star Department,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Animal Collective,
Alison Limerick,
Barry Ungar,
LL Cool J,
Gang Starr,
Accadde A,
Piero Umiliani,
The Detroit Cobras,
Duran Duran,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Heaven 17,
Wire,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Smiths,
Todd Terry,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ituana,
Brick,
Section 25,
The American Breed,
Theoretical Girls,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Nick Fraelich,
Magma,
OOIOO,
The Count Five,
Visage,
Stockholm Monsters,
Rosa Yemen,
Neu!,
Janne Schatter,
Minutemen,
John Lydon,
Bauhaus,
Marc Almond,
Hoover,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Thee Headcoats,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Neon Judgement,
Hot Snakes,
The Blues Magoos,
Hasil Adkins,
Susan Cadogan,
The Barracudas,
Mars,
Laurel Aitken,
Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48.
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.