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 Zambia 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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 snare 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 Laurel Aitken to the dance 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 The Cure. All the underground hits.
All F. McDonald tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Motorama 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sound Behaviour record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Traffic Nightmare,
Josef K,
Lalo Schifrin,
Siglo XX,
Minor Threat,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Marc Almond,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Techniques,
Alison Limerick,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sun Ra,
Rekid,
Absolute Body Control,
Surgeon,
The Leaves,
10cc,
The Beau Brummels,
Funky Four + One,
Man Parrish,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Blues Magoos,
Cluster,
Mandrill,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
New Order,
New Age Steppers,
Nas,
Television Personalities,
The Move,
Severed Heads,
Vainqueur,
Pussy Galore,
Circle Jerks,
Malaria!,
Moss Icon,
Tears for Fears,
Kerrie Biddell,
Pole,
Crispy Ambulance,
A Flock of Seagulls,
In Retrospect,
ABBA,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sugar Minott,
The Cure,
The Sisters of Mercy,
the Fania All-Stars,
Danielle Patucci,
Lindisfarne,
Underground Resistance,
Crash Course in Science,
Mission of Burma,
Easy Going,
Curtis Mayfield,
Make Up,
Bizarre Inc.,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu.
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.