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 India and from Madrid.
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 Woodstock and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 organ 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Saccharine Trust. All the underground hits.
All Ralphi Rosario tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Misunderstood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rufus Thomas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord 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?
Nirvana,
Hoover,
The Raincoats,
Bobby Byrd,
Roxette,
Negative Approach,
Flash Fearless,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Electric Prunes,
Magazine,
Man Parrish,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bizarre Inc.,
Stetsasonic,
Cal Tjader,
Judy Mowatt,
Sonic Youth,
the Normal,
Iggy Pop,
The Pretty Things,
New Age Steppers,
Q65,
Ultra Naté,
The Young Rascals,
Girls At Our Best!,
Goldenarms,
Brothers Johnson,
Aaron Thompson,
Sonny Sharrock,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Count Five,
The Grass Roots,
Gang Green,
Marine Girls,
Colin Newman,
Nick Fraelich,
Camberwell Now,
Los Fastidios,
Connie Case,
Kaleidoscope,
Pantytec,
Joe Smooth,
Marc Almond,
Heaven 17,
The Mojo Men,
Graham Central Station,
Leonard Cohen,
the Fania All-Stars,
Pulsallama,
Wings,
Pylon,
Lee Hazlewood,
Young Marble Giants,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Kinks,
Easy Going,
The Litter,
The J.B.'s,
Josef K,
Amazonics,
The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids.
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.