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 Lithuania and from Portland.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Lakeside to the disco 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 Roger Hodgson. All the underground hits.
All The Martian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tubeway Army record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MC5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sly & The Family Stone,
Outsiders,
The Fuzztones,
Brick,
Scott Walker,
Whodini,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Jerry Gold Smith,
China Crisis,
Jeru the Damaja,
Pylon,
Warsaw,
Newcleus,
John Foxx,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Minor Threat,
Tommy Roe,
Jeff Lynne,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Johnny Osbourne,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bang On A Can,
The Mojo Men,
Ultravox,
Mr. Review,
Joy Division,
Albert Ayler,
Fat Boys,
Lebanon Hanover,
Rakim,
Jacques Brel,
Lindisfarne,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Durutti Column,
Gang Green,
Amon Düül II,
Grauzone,
The Slackers,
John Cale,
Talk Talk,
Moby Grape,
Tres Demented,
Sugar Minott,
Heaven 17,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Ornette Coleman,
Mad Mike,
Scratch Acid,
Babytalk,
T. Rex,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
the Human League,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Aswad,
Stereo Dub,
K-Klass,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Terrestrial Tones,
Minny Pops,
The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues.
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.