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 Greece and from Bremen.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Audionom to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Joe Finger. All the underground hits.
All The Victims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pylon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lizzy Mercier Descloux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Human League,
Hoover,
Sex Pistols,
D'Angelo,
Alice Coltrane,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Neu!,
Trumans Water,
The Gun Club,
Yazoo,
Infiniti,
The Moody Blues,
a-ha,
Ornette Coleman,
Scientists,
Lebanon Hanover,
Tears for Fears,
Gong,
The Mojo Men,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Circle Jerks,
The Kinks,
These Immortal Souls,
Alton Ellis,
Maurizio,
Khruangbin,
Rosa Yemen,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Matthew Halsall,
Can,
Tubeway Army,
X-Ray Spex,
Ice-T,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sällskapet,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Grandmaster Flash,
JFA,
Marine Girls,
Skaos,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Dawn Penn,
Vladislav Delay,
Aloha Tigers,
Crispy Ambulance,
Anakelly,
The Residents,
Thompson Twins,
Au Pairs,
Q and Not U,
Jandek,
Eden Ahbez,
Ken Boothe,
The Flesh Eaters,
Scrapy,
Babytalk,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
UT,
Todd Rundgren,
Black Flag,
the Bar-Kays,
Donny Hathaway,
Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat.
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.