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 Guinea and from Madrid.
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 Bremen and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Eddi Front to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Shoche. All the underground hits.
All The Victims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slits record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Shadows of Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Pulsallama,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Crooked Eye,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Q and Not U,
Brand Nubian,
Tubeway Army,
Rotary Connection,
Urselle,
Cecil Taylor,
Patti Smith,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bobbi Humphrey,
X-102,
Ituana,
Zero Boys,
Royal Trux,
Au Pairs,
Tim Buckley,
John Foxx,
Magma,
Black Pus,
Stereo Dub,
Erasure,
Graham Central Station,
The Shadows of Knight,
Jacques Brel,
Nas,
The Monochrome Set,
Television,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Make Up,
Mad Mike,
Radio Birdman,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Raincoats,
New Order,
Average White Band,
Marc Almond,
Sex Pistols,
Monolake,
The Mummies,
Banda Bassotti,
Funky Four + One,
Dawn Penn,
48th St. Collective,
The Five Americans,
Amon Düül,
MDC,
Flash Fearless,
The Walker Brothers,
Marcia Griffiths,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Warren Ellis,
Fear,
Carl Craig,
Deakin,
Steve Hackett,
Nation of Ulysses,
F. McDonald,
Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie.
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.