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 Portugal and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 Lyon and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Chrome 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 Fat Boys. All the underground hits.
All Red Lorry Yellow Lorry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Surgeon 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flamin' Groovies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Young Rascals,
Minutemen,
Wally Richardson,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Supertramp,
Can,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Arthur Verocai,
Graham Central Station,
Bobby Womack,
Joyce Sims,
Q and Not U,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
KRS-One,
Gang of Four,
Marshall Jefferson,
DJ Sneak,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Talk Talk,
Bluetip,
Model 500,
Echospace,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
the Bar-Kays,
Steve Hackett,
Sonic Youth,
Yusef Lateef,
Niagra,
ABC,
Bobby Sherman,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Cal Tjader,
The Fugs,
Pagans,
Godley & Creme,
The Kinks,
Arcadia,
Maurizio,
Michelle Simonal,
Deepchord,
Jeru the Damaja,
Scan 7,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Moleskins,
Suburban Knight,
Peter & Gordon,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Faust,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Moebius,
Sparks,
a-ha,
the Slits,
Ituana,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Tres Demented,
Mandrill,
Surgeon,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control.
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.