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 Nauru 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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 theremin 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 Organ to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Jesper Dahlback. All the underground hits.
All Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Enemy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nation of Ulysses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yazoo,
Tom Boy,
The Toasters,
The Dead C,
Tommy Roe,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sparks,
the Germs,
Dual Sessions,
Crispian St. Peters,
Arab on Radar,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Andrew Hill,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Dave Gahan,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Section 25,
Ronnie Foster,
The Saints,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ultravox,
Rufus Thomas,
Motorama,
Faust,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Johnny Clarke,
Bobby Byrd,
Soul Sonic Force,
Thompson Twins,
The Alarm Clocks,
Dead Boys,
Zapp,
The Neon Judgement,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
June Days,
Popol Vuh,
Oblivians,
Lee Hazlewood,
the Fania All-Stars,
the Normal,
Pagans,
Groovy Waters,
The Techniques,
Cluster,
Rosa Yemen,
Talk Talk,
Scion,
The Angels of Light,
Stereo Dub,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lower 48,
Jerry's Kids,
Sex Pistols,
Joe Smooth,
Harmonia,
Metal Thangz,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Litter,
Eric Dolphy,
The Cure,
Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars.
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.