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 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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 güiro 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 Camouflage to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Marvin Gaye. All the underground hits.
All Aaron Thompson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every F. McDonald record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chrome record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Organ,
Flash Fearless,
Kayak,
Robert Hood,
EPMD,
Monks,
Sparks,
David McCallum,
Fela Kuti,
The Toasters,
The Cure,
KRS-One,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Saints,
Bootsy Collins,
Quantec,
Henry Cow,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Spandau Ballet,
Kerri Chandler,
X-Ray Spex,
Patti Smith,
Crispian St. Peters,
Crooked Eye,
Derrick Morgan,
Tears for Fears,
Zero Boys,
Mary Jane Girls,
Nick Fraelich,
Gastr Del Sol,
Absolute Body Control,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Mark Hollis,
Howard Jones,
Country Teasers,
In Retrospect,
The Residents,
Severed Heads,
The Walker Brothers,
Robert Görl,
The Buckinghams,
Agent Orange,
Drexciya,
David Bowie,
Essential Logic,
Minny Pops,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Gladiators,
Lower 48,
Main Source,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Chris & Cosey,
Model 500,
The Electric Prunes,
Jesper Dahlback,
the Association,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia.
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.