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 Kenya and from Salvador.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 mellotron 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 Bluetip to the rap 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 DNA. All the underground hits.
All Dual Sessions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maleditus Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bob Dylan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Average White Band,
Index,
The Fugs,
Terrestrial Tones,
John Coltrane,
The Residents,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Victims,
Spandau Ballet,
Derrick Morgan,
Unrelated Segments,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Juan Atkins,
Interpol,
Joy Division,
Rufus Thomas,
The Fire Engines,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Gap Band,
Outsiders,
The Leaves,
Radio Birdman,
H. Thieme,
Dennis Brown,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Harmonia,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Chrome,
Althea and Donna,
Young Marble Giants,
Fluxion,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Rotary Connection,
Neil Young,
Howard Jones,
Scott Walker,
A Certain Ratio,
The Beau Brummels,
The Zeros,
Tears for Fears,
Shoche,
Rhythm & Sound,
Glambeats Corp.,
Infiniti,
The Count Five,
Tubeway Army,
Easy Going,
The Gories,
Silicon Teens,
Bill Near,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
DJ Sneak,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Roger Hodgson,
Joyce Sims,
Sonny Sharrock,
Mr. Review,
8 Eyed Spy,
Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood.
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.