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 Sudan and from Mexico City.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Toronto.
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 clarinet 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 The Royal Family And The Poor to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Suicide. All the underground hits.
All Lakeside tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Animal Collective 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June Days record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Beau Brummels,
Symarip,
Yellowson,
The Motions,
Average White Band,
AZ,
Half Japanese,
Joyce Sims,
Brass Construction,
The J.B.'s,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Fall,
Amazonics,
New Age Steppers,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Roger Hodgson,
Magma,
Q65,
La Düsseldorf,
Carl Craig,
Arcadia,
Harry Pussy,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Public Image Ltd.,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Matthew Bourne,
David Axelrod,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Derrick May,
Simply Red,
Make Up,
F. McDonald,
Pantaleimon,
Freddie Wadling,
a-ha,
DNA,
John Coltrane,
Glenn Branca,
X-101,
Newcleus,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
These Immortal Souls,
Bob Dylan,
Jeff Lynne,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ponytail,
Royal Trux,
Con Funk Shun,
Porter Ricks,
Vainqueur,
Brand Nubian,
Bronski Beat,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bang On A Can,
the Fania All-Stars,
B.T. Express,
Lalo Schifrin,
Jerry's Kids,
The Move,
Subhumans,
Index, Index, Index, Index.
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.