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 Laos and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 Halifax and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the theremin 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 Duran Duran to the disco 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 Bizarre Inc.. All the underground hits.
All Crime tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skaos 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barry Ungar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Todd Terry,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Funkadelic,
MC5,
Jeff Lynne,
Cymande,
The Leaves,
The Walker Brothers,
the Normal,
Bob Dylan,
Interpol,
Radiohead,
The Searchers,
Morten Harket,
Flamin' Groovies,
Pantaleimon,
David McCallum,
Nik Kershaw,
Dawn Penn,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Tubeway Army,
Deepchord,
Idris Muhammad,
The Selecter,
La Düsseldorf,
Davy DMX,
The Toasters,
Rotary Connection,
Kaleidoscope,
Skaos,
Crime,
Surgeon,
The Star Department,
China Crisis,
Bill Wells,
The Misunderstood,
The Slits,
Wasted Youth,
Boz Scaggs,
Mantronix,
CMW,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Black Flag,
Brothers Johnson,
Drexciya,
Smog,
Talk Talk,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Colin Newman,
The Flesh Eaters,
Gichy Dan,
Y Pants,
Cluster,
Lower 48,
David Bowie,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sandy B,
Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy.
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.