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 Benin and from Hong Kong.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Lyon.
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 theremin 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 disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Grass Roots. All the underground hits.
All The Misunderstood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mary Jane Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bauhaus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Idris Muhammad,
The Techniques,
Interpol,
Tommy Roe,
The Detroit Cobras,
Skriet,
Yazoo,
Underground Resistance,
Mark Hollis,
The Victims,
Robert Görl,
Malaria!,
The United States of America,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Animal Collective,
Gang Starr,
Prince Buster,
The Buckinghams,
Steve Hackett,
Sonny Sharrock,
Organ,
John Foxx,
Lalann,
Vainqueur,
Lee Hazlewood,
Gastr Del Sol,
Blossom Toes,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lalo Schifrin,
Radio Birdman,
Dennis Brown,
The Leaves,
The Martian,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Vogues,
Minny Pops,
Make Up,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Jesper Dahlback,
Glenn Branca,
Scan 7,
Delon & Dalcan,
Schoolly D,
Angry Samoans,
Sarah Menescal,
Can,
The Litter,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Harry Pussy,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Siglo XX,
Index,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Cheater Slicks,
David McCallum,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Mandrill,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Neon Judgement,
Erykah Badu,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Monolake,
Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs.
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.