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 Micronesia and from Taipei.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 theremin 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 Gang Gang Dance to the rock 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 Au Pairs. All the underground hits.
All Minutemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spandau Ballet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Das Ding record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul II Soul,
Dark Day,
Deepchord,
Patti Smith,
The Black Dice,
The Invisible,
Monolake,
Bootsy Collins,
Neu!,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
B.T. Express,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ralphi Rosario,
Colin Newman,
Gabor Szabo,
Severed Heads,
The Young Rascals,
The Busters,
the Soft Cell,
Roxy Music,
David Axelrod,
The Residents,
Depeche Mode,
Jimmy McGriff,
Robert Görl,
Banda Bassotti,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Cowsills,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Doobie Brothers,
DJ Sneak,
Sam Rivers,
The Searchers,
Ronnie Foster,
Kerri Chandler,
Scientists,
The Blues Magoos,
The Golliwogs,
The Offenders,
Faust,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Scratch Acid,
the Human League,
Brick,
Marc Almond,
Fluxion,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
the Fania All-Stars,
Fugazi,
Rotary Connection,
Bluetip,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Crispy Ambulance,
MC5,
London Community Gospel Choir,
David McCallum,
June Days,
Infiniti,
The Kinks,
Easy Going,
The Leaves,
Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra.
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.