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 Hungary and from Salvador.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Malaria! to the crunk 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 Lebanon Hanover. All the underground hits.
All Swell Maps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Graham Central Station record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mary Jane Girls,
Heaven 17,
Scan 7,
These Immortal Souls,
Theoretical Girls,
Rapeman,
Soul Sonic Force,
Dead Boys,
Kool Moe Dee,
Peter and Kerry,
The Electric Prunes,
New Age Steppers,
Moss Icon,
Motorama,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Isaac Hayes,
Michelle Simonal,
Little Man,
Alphaville,
Funky Four + One,
Nik Kershaw,
The Slackers,
The Blues Magoos,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Accadde A,
Severed Heads,
Vladislav Delay,
Tommy Roe,
Lindisfarne,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lyres,
Anthony Braxton,
Laurel Aitken,
Audionom,
The Gun Club,
Zapp,
Erasure,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lakeside,
Electric Prunes,
Deadbeat,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Real Kids,
The Gories,
AZ,
Rufus Thomas,
Lungfish,
D'Angelo,
Thompson Twins,
Todd Terry,
Neu!,
Delta 5,
Cluster,
The Standells,
Ultravox,
Marine Girls,
Wings,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck.
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.