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 Afghanistan and from Lille.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Velvet Underground. All the underground hits.
All Trumans Water tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sarah Menescal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alphaville record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Metal Thangz,
Don Cherry,
Gichy Dan,
World's Most,
Erasure,
Rod Modell,
Mad Mike,
Buzzcocks,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sonny Sharrock,
Blossom Toes,
Sister Nancy,
Alice Coltrane,
Loose Ends,
David Axelrod,
Black Flag,
Soul II Soul,
The Count Five,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Rakim,
Sparks,
Bobby Byrd,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Amon Düül II,
Accadde A,
Agitation Free,
Wire,
La Düsseldorf,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Marshall Jefferson,
Eden Ahbez,
Sugar Minott,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Traffic Nightmare,
Echospace,
Severed Heads,
Index,
The Index,
Make Up,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Dirtbombs,
John Coltrane,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Motorama,
E-Dancer,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Slackers,
The Standells,
LL Cool J,
Slick Rick,
Interpol,
K-Klass,
Fluxion,
Oneida,
June Days,
Dark Day,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Smog,
Freddie Wadling,
The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five.
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.