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 Kiribati and from Tehran.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Terrestrial Tones to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Roxette. All the underground hits.
All Thee Headcoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lyres record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pussy Galore record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
cv313,
New Order,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
In Retrospect,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Scan 7,
Interpol,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Juan Atkins,
Rufus Thomas,
Lower 48,
Deepchord,
Brick,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Fela Kuti,
Con Funk Shun,
The Cramps,
Laurel Aitken,
Buzzcocks,
Crispy Ambulance,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lakeside,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Robert Hood,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Crispian St. Peters,
Derrick May,
the Sonics,
Jeff Lynne,
New York Dolls,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Man Parrish,
Sight & Sound,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
John Foxx,
Johnny Clarke,
Funky Four + One,
Curtis Mayfield,
Max Romeo,
Public Image Ltd.,
Saccharine Trust,
Minor Threat,
Talk Talk,
The Misunderstood,
Franke,
Simply Red,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Monolake,
Brass Construction,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
One Last Wish,
Mantronix,
Ultra Naté,
Mo-Dettes,
Kurtis Blow,
Visage,
The Sonics,
Morten Harket,
The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers.
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.