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 Uganda and from Woodstock.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Salvador.
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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Michelle Simonal to the dance 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 The Victims. All the underground hits.
All Dawn Penn tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cosmic Jokers 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tommy Roe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angry Samoans,
Ohio Players,
The Golliwogs,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Model 500,
a-ha,
The Flesh Eaters,
Skriet,
The Seeds,
Q and Not U,
The Slackers,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Gladiators,
Judy Mowatt,
Pussy Galore,
Dark Day,
Symarip,
Massinfluence,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Slits,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Divine Comedy,
Drexciya,
The Pretty Things,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Monks,
Prince Buster,
Index,
The Dead C,
Minnie Riperton,
Eurythmics,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Crime,
MC5,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Gang Green,
Jeff Lynne,
Delta 5,
Popol Vuh,
Jandek,
Silicon Teens,
Ponytail,
Jerry's Kids,
The Neon Judgement,
Pere Ubu,
The Techniques,
Roxette,
X-102,
The Saints,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Anakelly,
Rakim,
Depeche Mode,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Man Parrish,
Peter and Kerry,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Fluxion,
David Axelrod,
The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five.
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.