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 China and from New York.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Brass Construction 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 Moody Blues. All the underground hits.
All London Community Gospel Choir tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lyres record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ajijia Myrayebe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mantronix,
the Soft Cell,
Quadrant,
Mr. Review,
The Martian,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Human League,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Los Fastidios,
Depeche Mode,
Visage,
Con Funk Shun,
Erasure,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Matthew Halsall,
Skarface,
Amon Düül,
The Fire Engines,
Bobby Sherman,
Ohio Players,
Gang Green,
Trumans Water,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Al Stewart,
Man Parrish,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Lightning Bolt,
Nico,
The Motions,
Wasted Youth,
Bobby Womack,
D'Angelo,
Don Cherry,
Kurtis Blow,
Minutemen,
Wings,
Alphaville,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Urselle,
Flash Fearless,
Reuben Wilson,
Tears for Fears,
Girls At Our Best!,
Stockholm Monsters,
John Cale,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Y Pants,
Oblivians,
The Fortunes,
The Red Krayola,
Danielle Patucci,
Blossom Toes,
Cecil Taylor,
The Busters,
Hasil Adkins,
The Associates,
The Searchers,
Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig.
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.