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 Lithuania and from New York.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Fortunes to the dance 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 Bobbi Humphrey. All the underground hits.
All Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Martian record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Move record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Prince Buster,
The Busters,
Ultravox,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Velvet Underground,
Archie Shepp,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
A Certain Ratio,
Gang Green,
Blancmange,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Searchers,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
World's Most,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
the Normal,
Altered Images,
Morten Harket,
The Angels of Light,
Ralphi Rosario,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
New Order,
Faraquet,
Skriet,
The Five Americans,
Derrick Morgan,
Todd Terry,
CMW,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Intrusion,
Simply Red,
Kevin Saunderson,
Letta Mbulu,
a-ha,
Harry Pussy,
Rhythm & Sound,
Silicon Teens,
Hot Snakes,
Steve Hackett,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Doors,
Anakelly,
Amon Düül II,
Kenny Larkin,
Loose Ends,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Fad Gadget,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Red Krayola,
Eli Mardock,
The Trojans,
Sunsets and Hearts,
PIL,
Drexciya,
Gang of Four,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
John Cale,
Camouflage,
Chrome,
Tubeway Army,
48th St. Collective,
Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore.
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.