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 Dominica and from Winnipeg.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 808 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 Dennis Brown to the grunge 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 Absolute Body Control. All the underground hits.
All Severed Heads tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Red Krayola record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Holt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Human League,
Reuben Wilson,
Delta 5,
X-Ray Spex,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Hasil Adkins,
Monolake,
The Saints,
Barclay James Harvest,
Wasted Youth,
Hashim,
Porter Ricks,
Scan 7,
the Bar-Kays,
Erasure,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Don Cherry,
Max Romeo,
Newcleus,
Scratch Acid,
Todd Rundgren,
Mars,
Ken Boothe,
Bluetip,
Stereo Dub,
Buzzcocks,
Oneida,
Stetsasonic,
Absolute Body Control,
June of 44,
Banda Bassotti,
The Martian,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Kool Moe Dee,
Avey Tare,
Chrome,
Arab on Radar,
Sarah Menescal,
The Shadows of Knight,
Jimmy McGriff,
Schoolly D,
Dennis Brown,
The Names,
Eurythmics,
Tim Buckley,
Q and Not U,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Slave,
The Sound,
Tubeway Army,
DJ Style,
Von Mondo,
Ornette Coleman,
Brick,
Babytalk,
Robert Wyatt,
10cc,
Bobby Sherman,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Doobie Brothers,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran.
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.