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 Cuba and from Bremen.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The Trojans to the jazz 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 Swell Maps. All the underground hits.
All Freddie Wadling tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Inner City record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Alarm Clocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marmalade,
The Blues Magoos,
Barry Ungar,
The Litter,
Arthur Verocai,
Television Personalities,
Kerri Chandler,
Dawn Penn,
A Certain Ratio,
MDC,
In Retrospect,
Con Funk Shun,
Cameo,
Joensuu 1685,
Pierre Henry,
Joey Negro,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Susan Cadogan,
The Fortunes,
Mary Jane Girls,
Public Image Ltd.,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Gil Scott Heron,
Black Bananas,
Quantec,
Monks,
Donald Byrd,
Gregory Isaacs,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Simply Red,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Scott Walker,
Cybotron,
Bill Wells,
Derrick May,
Alison Limerick,
Black Sheep,
The Alarm Clocks,
Nas,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Gang Starr,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Mantronix,
Sällskapet,
EPMD,
Au Pairs,
Gang of Four,
T.S.O.L.,
K-Klass,
Reagan Youth,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bob Dylan,
JFA,
Kurtis Blow,
Blancmange,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Crime,
Symarip,
Grauzone,
Underground Resistance,
The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps.
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.