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 Samoa and from Calgary.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 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 Monks to the dance 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 the Human League. All the underground hits.
All Goldenarms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mad Mike record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Louis and Bebe Barron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Theoretical Girls,
Bob Dylan,
Gang Gang Dance,
Dorothy Ashby,
Dead Boys,
Country Teasers,
Max Romeo,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Fire Engines,
Au Pairs,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Star Department,
Jerry's Kids,
10cc,
Nas,
Kurtis Blow,
John Coltrane,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Iggy Pop,
Massinfluence,
Thee Headcoats,
Main Source,
Pierre Henry,
Rosa Yemen,
La Düsseldorf,
Derrick May,
cv313,
Moby Grape,
T. Rex,
Wolf Eyes,
Boz Scaggs,
Brass Construction,
The Skatalites,
Sugar Minott,
The Saints,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Al Stewart,
Yazoo,
Siglo XX,
Nico,
Bluetip,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Count Five,
Cybotron,
Monks,
Gabor Szabo,
the Fania All-Stars,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
James White and The Blacks,
Terry Callier,
Jeru the Damaja,
Duran Duran,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Can,
James Chance & The Contortions,
D'Angelo,
Joensuu 1685,
David Bowie,
Buzzcocks,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Tomorrow,
Dave Gahan,
Aural Exciters,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz.
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.