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 Canada and from Accra.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Mary Jane Girls to the grime 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 Mars. All the underground hits.
All Eli Mardock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mark Hollis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yazoo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Fraelich,
Schoolly D,
Minny Pops,
Pere Ubu,
Bronski Beat,
The J.B.'s,
Sonic Youth,
The Buckinghams,
Goldenarms,
Josef K,
Reuben Wilson,
Jeff Mills,
La Düsseldorf,
Bad Manners,
Cheater Slicks,
Urselle,
The Moleskins,
Cybotron,
Mark Hollis,
Unwound,
Ralphi Rosario,
Depeche Mode,
Skaos,
The Misunderstood,
Delon & Dalcan,
EPMD,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
10cc,
Sex Pistols,
Roy Ayers,
The Alarm Clocks,
Yusef Lateef,
Clear Light,
Cluster,
8 Eyed Spy,
Quadrant,
Sixth Finger,
Q and Not U,
Index,
Talk Talk,
Lalann,
Cameo,
The Residents,
Drive Like Jehu,
Animal Collective,
Roxette,
Adolescents,
The Tremeloes,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
New Age Steppers,
The Dave Clark Five,
Mary Jane Girls,
ABBA,
Crispian St. Peters,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Techniques,
Deadbeat,
The Names,
T. Rex,
Drexciya,
The Smiths,
the Slits,
E-Dancer,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare.
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.