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 Bangladesh and from Lyon.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 mellotron 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 Pylon to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Lee Hazlewood. All the underground hits.
All R.M.O. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Duran Duran 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ice-T record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Searchers,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Alarm Clocks,
Marmalade,
Junior Murvin,
Bizarre Inc.,
Aswad,
Zero Boys,
Duran Duran,
The Tremeloes,
Moss Icon,
Subhumans,
Circle Jerks,
Bill Near,
Moby Grape,
Faraquet,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Blancmange,
Gong,
David Bowie,
Cecil Taylor,
Peter & Gordon,
John Cale,
Minutemen,
The Real Kids,
James White and The Blacks,
John Foxx,
Brass Construction,
Outsiders,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Fad Gadget,
Alphaville,
Black Sheep,
Mark Hollis,
Dark Day,
Buzzcocks,
a-ha,
Average White Band,
the Germs,
Eve St. Jones,
Nico,
E-Dancer,
Surgeon,
Leonard Cohen,
Arcadia,
Nick Fraelich,
Lebanon Hanover,
Rakim,
Mantronix,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Mummies,
D'Angelo,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Charles Mingus,
Hashim,
Alison Limerick,
Loose Ends,
Al Stewart,
Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav.
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.