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 Antigua and from Manchester.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Mummies to the techno 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 Unrelated Segments. All the underground hits.
All Parry Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The American Breed record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kevin Saunderson,
Kerrie Biddell,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Warsaw,
Ultravox,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Heaven 17,
Wings,
Joey Negro,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Crooked Eye,
Barbara Tucker,
Avey Tare,
John Cale,
Iggy Pop,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Panda Bear,
Theoretical Girls,
Scan 7,
Black Pus,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Rites of Spring,
Excepter,
The Gun Club,
Pulsallama,
Donald Byrd,
The Leaves,
The Remains,
Boogie Down Productions,
Rufus Thomas,
John Foxx,
Joe Smooth,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
MDC,
Masters at Work,
Surgeon,
Lyres,
DJ Style,
Moebius,
Amon Düül II,
Marcia Griffiths,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sound Behaviour,
David Axelrod,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Underground Resistance,
kango's stein massive,
Funkadelic,
Graham Central Station,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Franke,
Cybotron,
Robert Hood,
Newcleus,
Grandmaster Flash,
T.S.O.L.,
Anthony Braxton,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Scratch Acid,
Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman.
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.