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 Belarus and from Accra.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 X-101 to the rock 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 kango's stein massive. All the underground hits.
All Ohio Players tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The J.B.'s record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bronski Beat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Graham Central Station,
Reagan Youth,
Scan 7,
Rakim,
Radio Birdman,
Chrome,
The Happenings,
the Association,
Deakin,
Index,
The Index,
The Velvet Underground,
Echospace,
Q and Not U,
Deadbeat,
The United States of America,
Subhumans,
Donald Byrd,
Kool Moe Dee,
Cal Tjader,
Tim Buckley,
Sun Ra,
The Dave Clark Five,
Derrick May,
Slick Rick,
Thompson Twins,
Khruangbin,
Yellowson,
Bang On A Can,
The Blues Magoos,
Traffic Nightmare,
Saccharine Trust,
Visage,
Tears for Fears,
The Fall,
H. Thieme,
Robert Görl,
Janne Schatter,
Motorama,
The Victims,
The Saints,
Jacques Brel,
Pharoah Sanders,
Toni Rubio,
Audionom,
Joe Smooth,
Black Sheep,
Morten Harket,
Aural Exciters,
The Litter,
Derrick Morgan,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Marcia Griffiths,
These Immortal Souls,
the Swans,
Darondo,
Zapp,
EPMD,
The Gun Club,
The Sisters of Mercy,
the Germs, the Germs, the Germs, the Germs.
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.