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 Libya 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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 linndrum 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 Duran Duran to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Jeff Lynne. All the underground hits.
All Idris Muhammad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fire Engines record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Circle Jerks,
Symarip,
Funkadelic,
Gerry Rafferty,
Country Teasers,
Minnie Riperton,
Tubeway Army,
Johnny Clarke,
Unwound,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sugar Minott,
Johnny Osbourne,
Amon Düül,
PIL,
Patti Smith,
Cluster,
48th St. Collective,
Marcia Griffiths,
ABC,
CMW,
Rites of Spring,
X-Ray Spex,
Funky Four + One,
Model 500,
X-102,
the Swans,
The Young Rascals,
Smog,
Negative Approach,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Camberwell Now,
Ice-T,
Sonic Youth,
Steve Hackett,
Skriet,
The Cramps,
Minor Threat,
Rod Modell,
The Victims,
Jawbox,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Jesper Dahlback,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Piero Umiliani,
T. Rex,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Barclay James Harvest,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Amazonics,
Josef K,
The Last Poets,
Dead Boys,
Althea and Donna,
Absolute Body Control,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
the Germs,
The Fuzztones,
10cc,
The Fire Engines,
Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls.
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.