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 Samoa and from Taipei.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Neu! to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Camouflage. All the underground hits.
All PIL tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 48th St. Collective record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The American Breed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro 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 Cure,
Peter and Kerry,
Simply Red,
Royal Trux,
Thee Headcoats,
Tubeway Army,
Warsaw,
Half Japanese,
Ronnie Foster,
Terry Callier,
Alice Coltrane,
Scan 7,
Joey Negro,
Pantaleimon,
Black Flag,
Make Up,
the Human League,
DNA,
Pussy Galore,
Nirvana,
Donald Byrd,
Talk Talk,
CMW,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
the Slits,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Martian,
David Axelrod,
The Techniques,
Donny Hathaway,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Durutti Column,
Joe Finger,
Chris & Cosey,
Rites of Spring,
John Foxx,
The Sonics,
Harmonia,
Dark Day,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Delta 5,
The Wake,
Sonny Sharrock,
Aural Exciters,
Andrew Hill,
Dawn Penn,
Fad Gadget,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bauhaus,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Marmalade,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Gang Starr,
The Dead C,
Delon & Dalcan,
MDC,
Moebius,
Joyce Sims,
Gang of Four,
The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy.
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.