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 Luxembourg and from Toronto.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 organ 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 Gang of Four to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Qualms. All the underground hits.
All Thee Headcoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DNA 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Supertramp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mantronix,
The Music Machine,
Toni Rubio,
Ken Boothe,
X-101,
The Fire Engines,
Kas Product,
Erykah Badu,
The Selecter,
Nation of Ulysses,
Graham Central Station,
The Birthday Party,
Pantaleimon,
Tres Demented,
the Germs,
Chrome,
Rites of Spring,
Althea and Donna,
DNA,
Suburban Knight,
Shoche,
The Slits,
The Residents,
The Offenders,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Victims,
Stockholm Monsters,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Gang Starr,
Main Source,
The Golliwogs,
The Dave Clark Five,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ronnie Foster,
Deadbeat,
Sound Behaviour,
Gabor Szabo,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Wasted Youth,
Dennis Brown,
Sun City Girls,
The Pop Group,
The Doobie Brothers,
Brick,
Terry Callier,
Pagans,
Quando Quango,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Monochrome Set,
Quadrant,
Glambeats Corp.,
Chris & Cosey,
John Lydon,
Black Sheep,
The Busters,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy.
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.