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 Afghanistan and from Manchester.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Manchester.
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 güiro 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 The Evens to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Amon Düül II. All the underground hits.
All This Heat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pulsallama record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marine Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Piero Umiliani,
Roger Hodgson,
Essential Logic,
X-Ray Spex,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Malaria!,
Quantec,
Marine Girls,
Tom Boy,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Television,
Theoretical Girls,
Quando Quango,
Ralphi Rosario,
Camouflage,
Moby Grape,
Vladislav Delay,
Fat Boys,
Arthur Verocai,
Yaz,
John Foxx,
JFA,
Sight & Sound,
Lungfish,
The Seeds,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Glenn Branca,
Bill Wells,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Cramps,
Funky Four + One,
Derrick May,
Depeche Mode,
The Flesh Eaters,
Pulsallama,
Terrestrial Tones,
Das Ding,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Nirvana,
CMW,
In Retrospect,
Niagra,
The Standells,
Fluxion,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Martian,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sound Behaviour,
Crime,
The Toasters,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sun City Girls,
Supertramp,
OOIOO,
Hoover,
Barrington Levy,
the Association,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics.
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.