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 Equatorial Guinea and from Delhi.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 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 Jacob Miller to the rock 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 The Young Rascals. All the underground hits.
All Porter Ricks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Surgeon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pet Shop Boys,
Inner City,
Vainqueur,
Theoretical Girls,
Jacob Miller,
Marshall Jefferson,
Minutemen,
Zapp,
Deepchord,
Freddie Wadling,
Don Cherry,
The Music Machine,
Lyres,
Crash Course in Science,
The Red Krayola,
The Blackbyrds,
Barclay James Harvest,
Godley & Creme,
Derrick May,
Joensuu 1685,
Cybotron,
Royal Trux,
Spandau Ballet,
the Soft Cell,
Isaac Hayes,
Piero Umiliani,
Alton Ellis,
Anthony Braxton,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Doobie Brothers,
Soft Cell,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sight & Sound,
Danielle Patucci,
Tres Demented,
Urselle,
Procol Harum,
Sun City Girls,
Thompson Twins,
The Fuzztones,
The Gun Club,
New Age Steppers,
Malaria!,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lalann,
Funkadelic,
Tears for Fears,
Popol Vuh,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Cure,
Youth Brigade,
The Fortunes,
Donny Hathaway,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Remains,
China Crisis,
Delta 5,
Roxy Music,
Schoolly D,
Ludus,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy.
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.