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 China 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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 harpsichord 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 rap 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 Severed Heads. All the underground hits.
All Neu! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kevin Saunderson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Depeche Mode record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin 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?
Sixth Finger,
Boredoms,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Quando Quango,
Theoretical Girls,
Alphaville,
Sun City Girls,
Isaac Hayes,
Stetsasonic,
Severed Heads,
Minnie Riperton,
Metal Thangz,
The Modern Lovers,
Ralphi Rosario,
Von Mondo,
The Smoke,
ABC,
the Slits,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Mary Jane Girls,
DJ Sneak,
Monks,
Lindisfarne,
Skaos,
Siglo XX,
The Blues Magoos,
Rakim,
Howard Jones,
Lakeside,
The Fire Engines,
The Durutti Column,
Harmonia,
Barclay James Harvest,
Newcleus,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Slits,
AZ,
Y Pants,
The Kinks,
Neu!,
Andrew Hill,
Tommy Roe,
Technova,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Donny Hathaway,
Sex Pistols,
Faust,
Peter and Kerry,
Soft Machine,
The Young Rascals,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Grass Roots,
The Gories,
Tropical Tobacco,
Franke,
Aaron Thompson,
The Techniques,
David Bowie,
Scratch Acid,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Electric Prunes,
Cybotron,
ABBA,
8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy.
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.