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 Estonia and from Manila.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Panda Bear. All the underground hits.
All Girls At Our Best! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eden Ahbez 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 sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Con Funk Shun record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doors,
Bizarre Inc.,
Erasure,
Ludus,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ronnie Foster,
The Stooges,
Thee Headcoats,
Bootsy Collins,
Quando Quango,
The Move,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Tom Boy,
Stiv Bators,
Swans,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Black Sheep,
The Last Poets,
The Sisters of Mercy,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Procol Harum,
Make Up,
Oneida,
Brand Nubian,
The Human League,
Das Ding,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Jandek,
Oblivians,
Robert Hood,
The Smiths,
Moby Grape,
Bobby Sherman,
Patti Smith,
Electric Prunes,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Archie Shepp,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Parry Music,
Liliput,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Seeds,
Alison Limerick,
The Vogues,
Tropical Tobacco,
Banda Bassotti,
Crispy Ambulance,
Mad Mike,
Gichy Dan,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Harry Pussy,
Underground Resistance,
Eurythmics,
Traffic Nightmare,
Chrome,
Bauhaus,
Minny Pops,
Eve St. Jones,
Scrapy,
Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers.
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.