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 Lebanon and from Beijing.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Main Source to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Skaos. All the underground hits.
All The Doors tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Real Kids 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Modern Lovers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television Personalities,
Stockholm Monsters,
Peter and Kerry,
Eve St. Jones,
X-Ray Spex,
James White and The Blacks,
Slick Rick,
Flash Fearless,
Joe Finger,
Al Stewart,
Index,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Faraquet,
Los Fastidios,
The Human League,
Fluxion,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Boz Scaggs,
Duran Duran,
B.T. Express,
Sixth Finger,
The Techniques,
Guru Guru,
Moss Icon,
Deakin,
Kenny Larkin,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Barbara Tucker,
10cc,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Hoover,
Pulsallama,
Lungfish,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Max Romeo,
Cameo,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
John Foxx,
The Invisible,
The Leaves,
The Trojans,
The Dave Clark Five,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Chrome,
Fugazi,
Slave,
The American Breed,
the Slits,
Yazoo,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Nils Olav,
The Black Dice,
Ultra Naté,
Rites of Spring,
Monolake,
James Chance & The Contortions,
FM Einheit,
Bauhaus,
Lalann,
The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight.
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.