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 Chad and from Taipei.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 spring reverb 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 Maurizio to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Circle Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Davy DMX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Freddie Wadling record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funkadelic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moleskins,
Howard Jones,
Theoretical Girls,
Ultravox,
The Durutti Column,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Marvin Gaye,
Marine Girls,
Roxy Music,
Trumans Water,
Index,
B.T. Express,
Suicide,
Spoonie Gee,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Grey Daturas,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Albert Ayler,
Frankie Knuckles,
Electric Prunes,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Magma,
Don Cherry,
Aloha Tigers,
Swell Maps,
Excepter,
Faraquet,
Gil Scott Heron,
In Retrospect,
X-102,
Dark Day,
Roger Hodgson,
Peter and Kerry,
Gang of Four,
the Sonics,
The Saints,
Yaz,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bad Manners,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Goldenarms,
Deakin,
Radiohead,
Barrington Levy,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Neil Young,
Dave Gahan,
Eden Ahbez,
Archie Shepp,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Motorama,
Public Image Ltd.,
Absolute Body Control,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
John Foxx,
Toni Rubio,
Adolescents,
Stetsasonic,
Masters at Work,
Nick Fraelich,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Slick Rick,
Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd.
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.