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 Georgia and from Bologna.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 arpeggiator 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 The Happenings to the funk 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 Jesper Dahlbäck. All the underground hits.
All Terror Squad Feat. Camron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Circle Jerks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Circle Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ituana,
The Alarm Clocks,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Masters at Work,
Mr. Review,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Albert Ayler,
Funky Four + One,
Josef K,
Black Sheep,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ice-T,
Ten City,
Joy Division,
Wolf Eyes,
Section 25,
John Cale,
Loose Ends,
Reuben Wilson,
Zapp,
Roxette,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
LL Cool J,
The Doobie Brothers,
Theoretical Girls,
Neil Young,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Anakelly,
The Slackers,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Model 500,
Banda Bassotti,
Whodini,
Liliput,
Byron Stingily,
Kevin Saunderson,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sandy B,
Chris & Cosey,
June of 44,
Roxy Music,
Guru Guru,
Newcleus,
The Moleskins,
Curtis Mayfield,
Soul II Soul,
Marvin Gaye,
Cybotron,
Young Marble Giants,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Dawn Penn,
A Certain Ratio,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Busters,
Todd Rundgren,
The Walker Brothers,
Bill Wells,
The Mojo Men,
Grey Daturas,
Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans.
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.