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 Norway and from Sao Paulo.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 spring reverb 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 Boredoms to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Peter and Kerry. All the underground hits.
All Pantytec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rotary Connection 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jimmy McGriff record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Martian,
Drexciya,
Wasted Youth,
Pere Ubu,
Wings,
Susan Cadogan,
Lightning Bolt,
Yazoo,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Saints,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Mission of Burma,
Visage,
John Foxx,
Theoretical Girls,
The Searchers,
New Order,
Todd Rundgren,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Hasil Adkins,
Slick Rick,
Slave,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Erykah Badu,
MDC,
Kurtis Blow,
Index,
Rekid,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
the Human League,
Todd Terry,
Ultimate Spinach,
Das Ding,
Fear,
E-Dancer,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Connie Case,
Sexual Harrassment,
Cameo,
Ponytail,
June of 44,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sandy B,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Inner City,
Newcleus,
Maurizio,
Judy Mowatt,
Skarface,
Oblivians,
Oneida,
Eric Copeland,
Whodini,
The Star Department,
Fugazi,
Derrick Morgan,
The Cramps,
Young Marble Giants,
June Days, June Days, June Days, June Days.
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.