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 Solomon Islands and from Manchester.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 snare 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers to the rap 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 OOIOO. All the underground hits.
All Technova tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Misunderstood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Intrusion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Half Japanese,
Public Image Ltd.,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lungfish,
Yellowson,
The Real Kids,
Todd Rundgren,
Excepter,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Associates,
Spoonie Gee,
Ronan,
Country Teasers,
Charles Mingus,
Crooked Eye,
the Germs,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Jeff Lynne,
Ohio Players,
Soulsonic Force,
The Neon Judgement,
Susan Cadogan,
Gichy Dan,
Angry Samoans,
The Standells,
Fluxion,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Malaria!,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Move,
Man Eating Sloth,
KRS-One,
Inner City,
Lucky Dragons,
Moby Grape,
Pet Shop Boys,
Alton Ellis,
Soft Cell,
H. Thieme,
Erykah Badu,
Funkadelic,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Index,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Fear,
Sonny Sharrock,
Matthew Bourne,
Swans,
Derrick Morgan,
Parry Music,
Althea and Donna,
Sun City Girls,
Ituana,
Barclay James Harvest,
Suburban Knight,
The United States of America,
Cal Tjader,
Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet.
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.