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 Brunei and from Copenhagen.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Lagos.
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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Echo & the Bunnymen to the techno 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 Minnie Riperton. All the underground hits.
All Marc Almond tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Frankie Knuckles 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Associates record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joey Negro,
Bang On A Can,
kango's stein massive,
Malaria!,
Interpol,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Connie Case,
Barrington Levy,
Nas,
Peter and Kerry,
The Moody Blues,
The Slackers,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bob Dylan,
Toni Rubio,
ABC,
Panda Bear,
Donny Hathaway,
L. Decosne,
Bronski Beat,
Alison Limerick,
The Gap Band,
The American Breed,
The Smoke,
Stockholm Monsters,
Brick,
In Retrospect,
David McCallum,
Juan Atkins,
Davy DMX,
T.S.O.L.,
Piero Umiliani,
Yusef Lateef,
The Stooges,
Scott Walker,
Zapp,
U.S. Maple,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Trojans,
John Holt,
Kaleidoscope,
Jimmy McGriff,
Smog,
The Grass Roots,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Johnny Osbourne,
Underground Resistance,
Dual Sessions,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Moby Grape,
Dark Day,
Agitation Free,
Matthew Bourne,
Altered Images,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Cybotron,
Soul Sonic Force,
Audionom,
Arcadia,
Franke,
Sound Behaviour,
Roger Hodgson,
Nico,
The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers.
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.