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 Sudan and from Manila.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Laurel Aitken to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity. All the underground hits.
All Stockholm Monsters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bizarre Inc. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ten City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Rundgren,
Sexual Harrassment,
New Order,
Zero Boys,
Gabor Szabo,
The Fortunes,
Maleditus Sound,
Ultimate Spinach,
Man Parrish,
Parry Music,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Big Daddy Kane,
Blossom Toes,
the Swans,
Dennis Brown,
Metal Thangz,
ABBA,
Curtis Mayfield,
cv313,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Nation of Ulysses,
JFA,
Mary Jane Girls,
Au Pairs,
The Golliwogs,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sugar Minott,
The Residents,
The Fall,
The United States of America,
David Bowie,
Dawn Penn,
Donald Byrd,
Jimmy McGriff,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lalo Schifrin,
Peter & Gordon,
EPMD,
Mark Hollis,
The Stooges,
Mo-Dettes,
Gastr Del Sol,
Visage,
ABC,
Wire,
Agitation Free,
Letta Mbulu,
Vladislav Delay,
The Doors,
The Busters,
Lindisfarne,
The Beau Brummels,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Velvet Underground,
Colin Newman,
Magazine,
Spandau Ballet,
Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band.
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.