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 Uzbekistan and from Accra.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Man Eating Sloth to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Q65. All the underground hits.
All Peter & Gordon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Youth Brigade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Con Funk Shun record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxy Music,
Johnny Osbourne,
June of 44,
Cluster,
Young Marble Giants,
Sparks,
Scan 7,
Nick Fraelich,
Maleditus Sound,
Silicon Teens,
Echospace,
The Real Kids,
The Durutti Column,
Niagra,
Godley & Creme,
K-Klass,
Scott Walker,
The Index,
Todd Terry,
Cybotron,
The Fire Engines,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Traffic Nightmare,
Lower 48,
Curtis Mayfield,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Symarip,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Albert Ayler,
Accadde A,
Ossler,
Franke,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bush Tetras,
Brick,
Quantec,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Mary Jane Girls,
Kaleidoscope,
Mark Hollis,
The Associates,
Oblivians,
L. Decosne,
Soft Cell,
48th St. Collective,
The Gap Band,
Lucky Dragons,
Anthony Braxton,
Animal Collective,
Peter and Kerry,
The Offenders,
Ronan,
Gerry Rafferty,
Black Bananas,
Cymande,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Anakelly,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels.
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.