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 Maldives 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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 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 Infiniti to the rock 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 Main Source. All the underground hits.
All Glambeats Corp. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kayak 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Normal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Real Kids,
Shoche,
Liliput,
Newcleus,
Jawbox,
Morten Harket,
The Skatalites,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Organ,
Ituana,
The Fuzztones,
Fat Boys,
Sonic Youth,
Fatback Band,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Dead C,
The Gun Club,
Rekid,
Scan 7,
Quantec,
Crispy Ambulance,
Eric Copeland,
Neu!,
The Mojo Men,
Minor Threat,
Reagan Youth,
John Holt,
Erasure,
Radiopuhelimet,
Jacques Brel,
Mr. Review,
D'Angelo,
Dual Sessions,
Kenny Larkin,
Ossler,
Todd Rundgren,
Intrusion,
The Golliwogs,
Terrestrial Tones,
Frankie Knuckles,
Can,
The Human League,
Fear,
Gong,
AZ,
John Cale,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Jeru the Damaja,
Soulsonic Force,
Cymande,
Josef K,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
New Order,
Marcia Griffiths,
Mad Mike,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ponytail,
Minnie Riperton,
Theoretical Girls,
Aswad,
The Last Poets,
Agitation Free,
Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins.
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.