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 Cameroon and from Tehran.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Morten Harket 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 the Germs. All the underground hits.
All Hot Snakes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Trojans 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Music Machine,
The Fortunes,
Bill Near,
CMW,
Can,
Hashim,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Dennis Brown,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Detroit Cobras,
Barry Ungar,
Blancmange,
The Tremeloes,
Young Marble Giants,
Mr. Review,
Crispy Ambulance,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Suicide,
Das Ding,
Barrington Levy,
Qualms,
Aloha Tigers,
Kerri Chandler,
The Human League,
The Remains,
Procol Harum,
Minnie Riperton,
Monolake,
Gang Gang Dance,
Dorothy Ashby,
DNA,
The Monks,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Prince Buster,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Absolute Body Control,
Lebanon Hanover,
Moss Icon,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lungfish,
Zero Boys,
Johnny Osbourne,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
B.T. Express,
Essential Logic,
Eve St. Jones,
Funky Four + One,
Nico,
Todd Terry,
Alice Coltrane,
The Techniques,
Rod Modell,
Crash Course in Science,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Alison Limerick,
Dave Gahan,
The Alarm Clocks,
Niagra,
Iggy Pop,
Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection.
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.