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 Somalia and from Stockholm.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Connie Case to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Sarah Menescal. All the underground hits.
All Trumans Water tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kurtis Blow 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liliput record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pagans,
Mo-Dettes,
Buzzcocks,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Peter and Kerry,
Absolute Body Control,
Second Layer,
The Remains,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Soft Machine,
Tubeway Army,
Gregory Isaacs,
Eve St. Jones,
E-Dancer,
Moss Icon,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Skaos,
Arthur Verocai,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
World's Most,
Gang of Four,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Fortunes,
Hoover,
The Gap Band,
Skriet,
Morten Harket,
Toni Rubio,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sixth Finger,
Lightning Bolt,
Subhumans,
Sugar Minott,
Michelle Simonal,
Alphaville,
The United States of America,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Flesh Eaters,
Nick Fraelich,
Mary Jane Girls,
the Soft Cell,
the Fania All-Stars,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sparks,
Stiv Bators,
Kayak,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Television,
CMW,
Man Eating Sloth,
Fear,
Monolake,
Metal Thangz,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Robert Görl,
Bronski Beat,
Joy Division,
Flipper,
Ornette Coleman,
Porter Ricks,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth.
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.