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 Maldives and from Winnipeg.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 David Bowie 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 Audionom to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Wolf Eyes. All the underground hits.
All The Monochrome Set tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Average White Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stiv Bators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barbara Tucker,
Aaron Thompson,
Black Pus,
Loose Ends,
Talk Talk,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Warren Ellis,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Sonics,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Blancmange,
Urselle,
Surgeon,
Gang of Four,
Minutemen,
Monolake,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Divine Comedy,
DNA,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Lindisfarne,
The Birthday Party,
Parry Music,
Judy Mowatt,
Erasure,
Eric B and Rakim,
Roy Ayers,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bill Near,
Television Personalities,
Angry Samoans,
Half Japanese,
Laurel Aitken,
Slave,
The Slackers,
UT,
John Lydon,
Fifty Foot Hose,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Skriet,
Q and Not U,
Main Source,
The Selecter,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ohio Players,
Gichy Dan,
Harry Pussy,
The Mummies,
Soft Machine,
T. Rex,
Brand Nubian,
Sound Behaviour,
The Electric Prunes,
Flamin' Groovies,
Fat Boys,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
New Age Steppers,
Brick,
Cybotron,
The Searchers,
Metal Thangz,
The Seeds,
The Human League, The Human League, The Human League, The Human League.
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.