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 New Zealand and from Stockholm.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Johannesburg.
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 rhodes 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 Dennis Brown to the crunk 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 Supertramp. All the underground hits.
All EPMD tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young & Crazy Horse record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Be Bop Deluxe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Slits,
Kerri Chandler,
Ludus,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
DNA,
Ituana,
Crash Course in Science,
Throbbing Gristle,
Niagra,
Tears for Fears,
La Düsseldorf,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Con Funk Shun,
Black Sheep,
Electric Prunes,
Cluster,
Supertramp,
The Fuzztones,
Black Moon,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Barracudas,
Symarip,
Suburban Knight,
Index,
Jacques Brel,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Thee Headcoats,
Neu!,
Zero Boys,
Man Parrish,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Tremeloes,
Silicon Teens,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Radiohead,
Oblivians,
Dorothy Ashby,
the Human League,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sugar Minott,
Freddie Wadling,
Nirvana,
Schoolly D,
Glenn Branca,
Cymande,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Fire Engines,
Blossom Toes,
Warren Ellis,
Liliput,
Duran Duran,
Basic Channel,
B.T. Express,
Matthew Halsall,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Judy Mowatt,
Audionom,
Davy DMX,
a-ha,
Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick.
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.