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 Malaysia and from Johannesburg.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 oboe 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 Bizarre Inc. to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Index. All the underground hits.
All The Walker Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moebius 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zero Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spandau Ballet,
These Immortal Souls,
Jeff Lynne,
Sound Behaviour,
Cheater Slicks,
Bobby Womack,
48th St. Collective,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Drexciya,
Jacob Miller,
Glenn Branca,
Supertramp,
Silicon Teens,
Roxette,
The Cure,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bootsy Collins,
The Slackers,
The Seeds,
The Last Poets,
The Doobie Brothers,
Schoolly D,
Sister Nancy,
The Saints,
The Motions,
Nico,
R.M.O.,
Fluxion,
Piero Umiliani,
The Sisters of Mercy,
David Axelrod,
U.S. Maple,
Sun City Girls,
The Buckinghams,
Q65,
Can,
Sparks,
Liliput,
Absolute Body Control,
Panda Bear,
Goldenarms,
Warren Ellis,
Black Pus,
Byron Stingily,
Pierre Henry,
Colin Newman,
Stockholm Monsters,
the Soft Cell,
The Electric Prunes,
EPMD,
Scrapy,
The Velvet Underground,
Junior Murvin,
Wolf Eyes,
Eric Dolphy,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Pussy Galore,
Faraquet,
Robert Hood,
X-102,
Q and Not U,
Accadde A,
Avey Tare,
F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald.
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.