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 Kenya and from Madrid.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Mojo Men to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Lindisfarne. All the underground hits.
All Q and Not U tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Idris Muhammad 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stiv Bators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Rundgren,
Amazonics,
Sound Behaviour,
Quantec,
Sexual Harrassment,
Marmalade,
Eric Copeland,
Echospace,
Marshall Jefferson,
Mars,
The Blues Magoos,
Slave,
Rod Modell,
Rakim,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bootsy Collins,
Iggy Pop,
Bauhaus,
B.T. Express,
Faraquet,
Jacob Miller,
Flash Fearless,
The Real Kids,
Dennis Brown,
Dual Sessions,
Alice Coltrane,
Funky Four + One,
Erasure,
Guru Guru,
The Young Rascals,
The Fuzztones,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Modern Lovers,
Frankie Knuckles,
Procol Harum,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Theoretical Girls,
Franke,
Ronnie Foster,
Hoover,
Michelle Simonal,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Freddie Wadling,
The Zeros,
Gastr Del Sol,
Main Source,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bad Manners,
Desert Stars,
Brothers Johnson,
The Slackers,
Stereo Dub,
Mad Mike,
Lalann,
Barclay James Harvest,
Y Pants,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bizarre Inc.,
David Axelrod,
Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon.
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.