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 Greece and from Edmonton.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Rosa Yemen. All the underground hits.
All Maleditus Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heaven 17 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Count Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Soft Cell,
Cluster,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
New Order,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Offenders,
The Mojo Men,
X-102,
The Durutti Column,
Black Moon,
Little Man,
Newcleus,
Alison Limerick,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Isaac Hayes,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Alton Ellis,
Tim Buckley,
Marvin Gaye,
Arab on Radar,
Pere Ubu,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bootsy Collins,
The Monochrome Set,
Agitation Free,
Subhumans,
The Remains,
Chris & Cosey,
Aaron Thompson,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Eli Mardock,
Magma,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Gun Club,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
48th St. Collective,
Mad Mike,
These Immortal Souls,
Model 500,
Danielle Patucci,
The Searchers,
Gregory Isaacs,
Freddie Wadling,
The Human League,
Delon & Dalcan,
Kayak,
Masters at Work,
Rekid,
T.S.O.L.,
Eric Copeland,
Sister Nancy,
Schoolly D,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Vladislav Delay,
The Toasters,
MDC,
Blossom Toes,
Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo.
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.