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 Lagos.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Lebanon Hanover to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Tim Buckley. All the underground hits.
All Livin' Joy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alphaville 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Lynne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Durutti Column,
Infiniti,
Scientists,
Todd Terry,
June Days,
DJ Style,
New York Dolls,
Organ,
Khruangbin,
Das Ding,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lightning Bolt,
Byron Stingily,
Dark Day,
Nation of Ulysses,
Bizarre Inc.,
Flamin' Groovies,
Pet Shop Boys,
Soft Cell,
The Velvet Underground,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
JFA,
Don Cherry,
Aural Exciters,
Tubeway Army,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Kenny Larkin,
Darondo,
Barrington Levy,
Thompson Twins,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Donald Byrd,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
John Cale,
Dave Gahan,
Porter Ricks,
Guru Guru,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
the Association,
Toni Rubio,
Juan Atkins,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Index,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Motions,
Junior Murvin,
The Monks,
The Fortunes,
Wolf Eyes,
The Cramps,
Black Pus,
Radio Birdman,
The Sonics,
Al Stewart,
Lyres,
8 Eyed Spy,
Marc Almond,
Terrestrial Tones,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ponytail,
Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee.
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.