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 Andorra and from Mumbai.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Holger Czukay 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 Slave to the punk 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 Ronan. All the underground hits.
All The Toasters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Cell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Pierre Henry,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Detroit Cobras,
EPMD,
Surgeon,
The Standells,
The Wake,
Stockholm Monsters,
Audionom,
Nation of Ulysses,
Robert Görl,
Wings,
8 Eyed Spy,
Davy DMX,
Massinfluence,
Outsiders,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sister Nancy,
Bad Manners,
The Motions,
Gastr Del Sol,
Babytalk,
Public Enemy,
Marshall Jefferson,
Rosa Yemen,
Spoonie Gee,
Visage,
The Sisters of Mercy,
John Holt,
Scott Walker,
The Remains,
Con Funk Shun,
Sun Ra,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lungfish,
Absolute Body Control,
Delon & Dalcan,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Q and Not U,
Jesper Dahlback,
Fatback Band,
The Trojans,
The Moody Blues,
Vainqueur,
Funky Four + One,
Gang Green,
Tears for Fears,
Andrew Hill,
Dual Sessions,
The Barracudas,
Lee Hazlewood,
Popol Vuh,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Zeros,
Brass Construction,
Black Bananas,
Neil Young,
Marc Almond,
Lalo Schifrin,
Nas,
Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja.
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.