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 Sri Lanka and from Johannesburg.
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 Mexico City and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Dorothy Ashby to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Morten Harket. All the underground hits.
All Con Funk Shun tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minor Threat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlback record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Au Pairs,
Cybotron,
Agent Orange,
Zapp,
Flamin' Groovies,
Maurizio,
Moby Grape,
Bush Tetras,
Quantec,
Barrington Levy,
Davy DMX,
Ultimate Spinach,
Neil Young,
Byron Stingily,
In Retrospect,
Prince Buster,
X-102,
Joe Smooth,
H. Thieme,
The American Breed,
Masters at Work,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bluetip,
Dave Gahan,
Marvin Gaye,
These Immortal Souls,
Nico,
the Swans,
Glambeats Corp.,
Moss Icon,
Eli Mardock,
Johnny Osbourne,
Amon Düül,
Eddi Front,
Don Cherry,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Leaves,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sandy B,
John Foxx,
New Age Steppers,
New Order,
The Kinks,
The Durutti Column,
John Cale,
Bizarre Inc.,
Grey Daturas,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Move,
Ornette Coleman,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Crime,
Chris & Cosey,
FM Einheit,
Rapeman,
Cal Tjader,
Drexciya,
Arthur Verocai,
The Walker Brothers,
The Fuzztones,
Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus.
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.