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 Libya and from London.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 arpeggiator 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 The Fire Engines to the rock 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 The Evens. All the underground hits.
All Tom Boy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Order 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 theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arab on Radar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 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?
Kerrie Biddell,
Charles Mingus,
Mission of Burma,
Quando Quango,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sister Nancy,
Gerry Rafferty,
kango's stein massive,
Robert Wyatt,
Nas,
Sex Pistols,
Warren Ellis,
The Skatalites,
Kerri Chandler,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Hashim,
Pere Ubu,
New Age Steppers,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Rekid,
The Electric Prunes,
The Residents,
Quadrant,
The Stooges,
Gregory Isaacs,
Neu!,
Amon Düül,
June Days,
Barbara Tucker,
The Fuzztones,
Eric Dolphy,
Jeff Mills,
Masters at Work,
Gabor Szabo,
Main Source,
Q65,
Y Pants,
X-102,
Grauzone,
Kool Moe Dee,
the Sonics,
Thompson Twins,
The Blackbyrds,
Basic Channel,
Monolake,
Monks,
Marc Almond,
Flash Fearless,
Lalo Schifrin,
Moebius,
Camouflage,
Sällskapet,
James White and The Blacks,
Duran Duran,
The Slits,
Angry Samoans,
The Remains,
John Foxx,
Susan Cadogan,
Rites of Spring,
Ralphi Rosario,
the Germs,
Gong, Gong, Gong, Gong.
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.