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 Saudi Arabia and from Manchester.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Black Moon to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Newcleus. All the underground hits.
All Vainqueur tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Prunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The New Christs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Guru Guru,
Ten City,
Piero Umiliani,
The Saints,
Barrington Levy,
The Young Rascals,
Porter Ricks,
Can,
Ossler,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Dual Sessions,
Talk Talk,
Rufus Thomas,
The Grass Roots,
Wasted Youth,
H. Thieme,
World's Most,
Newcleus,
New Order,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
ABBA,
The Move,
Rotary Connection,
Don Cherry,
Ultravox,
Sixth Finger,
Jesper Dahlback,
Pere Ubu,
Boredoms,
Livin' Joy,
Stockholm Monsters,
June of 44,
Altered Images,
Little Man,
The Dead C,
Youth Brigade,
Chrome,
Bobby Byrd,
Michelle Simonal,
Shuggie Otis,
The Wake,
Electric Prunes,
Delta 5,
Rosa Yemen,
Scientists,
Juan Atkins,
AZ,
Joyce Sims,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sparks,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bobby Womack,
The New Christs,
Lou Reed,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Flipper,
Slave,
B.T. Express,
Jeff Mills,
Todd Rundgren,
Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants.
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.