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 Samoa and from Sao Paulo.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Wally Richardson to the funk 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 Neil Young. All the underground hits.
All Desert Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Connie Case record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reagan Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Susan Cadogan,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Panda Bear,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Harry Pussy,
Derrick Morgan,
Yellowson,
Magazine,
Subhumans,
Accadde A,
The J.B.'s,
Stiv Bators,
The Index,
Ronan,
Pussy Galore,
Derrick May,
Quantec,
Pagans,
Funky Four + One,
Interpol,
Flipper,
Loose Ends,
Bob Dylan,
Mandrill,
Zero Boys,
Kerri Chandler,
Silicon Teens,
Dual Sessions,
Saccharine Trust,
Depeche Mode,
Shuggie Otis,
Gang Starr,
Wings,
Basic Channel,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lebanon Hanover,
the Soft Cell,
Echospace,
Man Eating Sloth,
Deakin,
Stockholm Monsters,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Slackers,
Neil Young,
Laurel Aitken,
Public Image Ltd.,
Ludus,
Das Ding,
Eli Mardock,
Suicide,
the Germs,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ken Boothe,
Boz Scaggs,
Pantaleimon,
Sister Nancy,
Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms.
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.