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 Jamaica 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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 John Cale to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Technova. All the underground hits.
All N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Clear Light record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultravox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Eating Sloth,
The Residents,
Television Personalities,
Jeru the Damaja,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Heaven 17,
Harpers Bizarre,
Charles Mingus,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Nils Olav,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bronski Beat,
Massinfluence,
Ice-T,
David Bowie,
Crash Course in Science,
One Last Wish,
a-ha,
Jesper Dahlback,
Pulsallama,
Pierre Henry,
Skarface,
Deakin,
Erasure,
Faraquet,
Brick,
Eric Dolphy,
The Walker Brothers,
Boz Scaggs,
Ten City,
Sight & Sound,
Niagra,
New York Dolls,
The Electric Prunes,
Erykah Badu,
Todd Terry,
Chrome,
Hot Snakes,
Unwound,
Echospace,
Dark Day,
Absolute Body Control,
Warren Ellis,
Angry Samoans,
Supertramp,
The Trojans,
Japan,
Roger Hodgson,
Tomorrow,
Pylon,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Trumans Water,
Moss Icon,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Moody Blues,
The Pop Group,
Fluxion,
Section 25,
Morten Harket,
DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style.
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.