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 Monaco and from Winnipeg.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Winnipeg.
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 marimba 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 Associates to the electroclash 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 The Shadows of Knight. All the underground hits.
All Altered Images tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joey Negro 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mission of Burma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pop Group,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sex Pistols,
New Order,
Lee Hazlewood,
Kurtis Blow,
Soul Sonic Force,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Young Rascals,
Blake Baxter,
Television Personalities,
Nirvana,
The Index,
The Walker Brothers,
Circle Jerks,
the Soft Cell,
Symarip,
Stereo Dub,
Peter and Kerry,
Drexciya,
10cc,
The Techniques,
Maurizio,
Groovy Waters,
Stetsasonic,
Pussy Galore,
Iggy Pop,
Zapp,
Joe Finger,
Blossom Toes,
The Pretty Things,
Little Man,
Gong,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
a-ha,
Joyce Sims,
Jerry's Kids,
Erasure,
Wally Richardson,
PIL,
Harpers Bizarre,
Negative Approach,
T.S.O.L.,
Cybotron,
Masters at Work,
Theoretical Girls,
The Standells,
Can,
Agitation Free,
These Immortal Souls,
The Blackbyrds,
Suburban Knight,
Bobby Womack,
Bad Manners,
Connie Case,
John Cale,
Deepchord,
Ultra Naté,
Alice Coltrane,
X-101,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark.
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.