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 Slovenia and from Jakarta.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Freddie Wadling to the grime 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 Harmonia. All the underground hits.
All Supertramp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every AZ record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Be Bop Deluxe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiopuhelimet,
Wolf Eyes,
Spandau Ballet,
Warsaw,
The Mojo Men,
Roxette,
Eric Copeland,
Japan,
Intrusion,
Aswad,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ituana,
L. Decosne,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Pharoah Sanders,
Cluster,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Kool Moe Dee,
Stockholm Monsters,
Drive Like Jehu,
Dual Sessions,
Cybotron,
The Kinks,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Angry Samoans,
Camouflage,
Steve Hackett,
The Moody Blues,
Michelle Simonal,
Q and Not U,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Offenders,
Skaos,
Arab on Radar,
Suburban Knight,
KRS-One,
Connie Case,
Radio Birdman,
Glenn Branca,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Fire Engines,
Anakelly,
FM Einheit,
Lee Hazlewood,
Electric Prunes,
Sparks,
Can,
Eddi Front,
The Gap Band,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Pantytec,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lucky Dragons,
John Lydon,
Aaron Thompson,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Fatback Band,
E-Dancer,
Magma,
Franke,
Lindisfarne,
Jacob Miller,
New Order,
The Busters, The Busters, The Busters, The Busters.
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.