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 Taiwan 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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Junior Murvin to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Audionom. All the underground hits.
All De La Soul & Jungle Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang on a Can All-Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxette record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Image Ltd.,
Robert Görl,
The Saints,
Ludus,
Accadde A,
Jesper Dahlback,
Can,
Mad Mike,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Average White Band,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Matthew Bourne,
Bad Manners,
Fatback Band,
Heaven 17,
Excepter,
The Red Krayola,
Pere Ubu,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Litter,
Juan Atkins,
Wire,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Fugs,
Gang of Four,
Graham Central Station,
Adolescents,
Grandmaster Flash,
Radio Birdman,
Rosa Yemen,
Derrick May,
Procol Harum,
Mark Hollis,
EPMD,
The Fuzztones,
Angry Samoans,
Beasts of Bourbon,
U.S. Maple,
R.M.O.,
Pantytec,
The Misunderstood,
Scrapy,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Anthony Braxton,
Flipper,
Fat Boys,
David Axelrod,
Liliput,
Spandau Ballet,
Marvin Gaye,
Animal Collective,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Kinks,
The Smiths,
Joey Negro,
Tommy Roe,
The Modern Lovers,
Urselle,
Main Source,
Magazine, Magazine, Magazine, Magazine.
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.