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 Cambodia and from Mexico City.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 David Bowie 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 Steve Hackett to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Slave. All the underground hits.
All DJ Sneak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kurtis Blow 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Richard Hell and the Voidoids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Remains,
Brass Construction,
Essential Logic,
The Residents,
Massinfluence,
Pere Ubu,
Bauhaus,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Radiopuhelimet,
Reagan Youth,
Soul II Soul,
The Young Rascals,
LL Cool J,
The Five Americans,
Severed Heads,
John Cale,
B.T. Express,
Joey Negro,
The Fugs,
Faust,
Sight & Sound,
Aswad,
Charles Mingus,
Agent Orange,
The Gories,
The New Christs,
Don Cherry,
Young Marble Giants,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Eric Dolphy,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Kayak,
David Bowie,
The Invisible,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lindisfarne,
The Misunderstood,
Jimmy McGriff,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Barracudas,
Outsiders,
Malaria!,
The Detroit Cobras,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Gang of Four,
Steve Hackett,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
the Bar-Kays,
Rufus Thomas,
Second Layer,
Pantytec,
The Seeds,
The Modern Lovers,
Lalann,
UT,
Morten Harket,
Crispy Ambulance,
Todd Terry,
Shoche,
Derrick May,
E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer.
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.