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 Andorra and from London.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Robert Palmer 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 Roxette to the grime 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Fela Kuti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonic Youth 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a AZ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Alarm Clocks,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Tropical Tobacco,
One Last Wish,
The Young Rascals,
Curtis Mayfield,
Oblivians,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Gladiators,
Wally Richardson,
Technova,
World's Most,
Kaleidoscope,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Traffic Nightmare,
Massinfluence,
Symarip,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Mandrill,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ohio Players,
The Slackers,
The Neon Judgement,
David Axelrod,
Porter Ricks,
Lower 48,
Magazine,
The Evens,
Kevin Saunderson,
Funky Four + One,
Q and Not U,
Half Japanese,
Spandau Ballet,
Nils Olav,
The Knickerbockers,
FM Einheit,
Aloha Tigers,
The Names,
Derrick Morgan,
These Immortal Souls,
The Gap Band,
Crooked Eye,
Wings,
Connie Case,
The Count Five,
Marshall Jefferson,
Severed Heads,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Motorama,
Alphaville,
Jandek,
Neil Young,
Quando Quango,
Fat Boys,
Pierre Henry,
Sex Pistols,
Freddie Wadling,
Blake Baxter,
Pagans,
The Fall,
Organ,
Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio.
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.