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 Sudan and from Sao Paulo.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 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 Panda Bear to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo. All the underground hits.
All Ash Ra Tempel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terror Squad Feat. Camron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Hood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang of Four,
Talk Talk,
Nik Kershaw,
Sam Rivers,
New Age Steppers,
Television,
Amon Düül,
Freddie Wadling,
Interpol,
Nirvana,
Spoonie Gee,
The Electric Prunes,
the Slits,
Porter Ricks,
June Days,
Faust,
The Velvet Underground,
Scratch Acid,
Erasure,
Bronski Beat,
Aloha Tigers,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Swans,
Wasted Youth,
The Raincoats,
Dave Gahan,
Sixth Finger,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ossler,
Lalo Schifrin,
Lakeside,
Shoche,
Schoolly D,
Sarah Menescal,
The Moleskins,
Michelle Simonal,
The J.B.'s,
Beasts of Bourbon,
World's Most,
Tomorrow,
Matthew Halsall,
Crash Course in Science,
Josef K,
Livin' Joy,
The Beau Brummels,
Crispy Ambulance,
Altered Images,
Blossom Toes,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bauhaus,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Howard Jones,
Wings,
Kevin Saunderson,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Moebius,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Pantaleimon,
Pierre Henry,
Procol Harum,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Model 500,
Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart.
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.