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 Monaco and from Manila.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Scott Walker to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Brick. All the underground hits.
All Intrusion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Godley & Creme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marshall Jefferson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aaron Thompson,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Evens,
Intrusion,
The Modern Lovers,
The Gap Band,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Johnny Clarke,
the Slits,
Duran Duran,
Pantytec,
Con Funk Shun,
Icehouse,
K-Klass,
Crispian St. Peters,
Shoche,
Yaz,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Ultimate Spinach,
Michelle Simonal,
The Buckinghams,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Barbara Tucker,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Barrington Levy,
Sound Behaviour,
The Fortunes,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Youth Brigade,
The Gladiators,
Soulsonic Force,
the Soft Cell,
Dorothy Ashby,
Infiniti,
The Trojans,
Bobby Byrd,
Heaven 17,
Terry Callier,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Jawbox,
Shuggie Otis,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Selecter,
Derrick Morgan,
Jacob Miller,
Fugazi,
The Monochrome Set,
Gabor Szabo,
Dark Day,
Yellowson,
Joy Division,
Faraquet,
Bush Tetras,
X-101,
Hot Snakes,
Bill Near,
D'Angelo,
The Searchers,
DJ Sneak,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Invisible,
Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott.
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.