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 Jamaica and from Tokyo.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 One Last Wish to the dance 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 Lightning Bolt. All the underground hits.
All Angry Samoans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Larry & the Blue Notes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fortunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
8 Eyed Spy,
Boredoms,
Youth Brigade,
Brick,
Electric Prunes,
Outsiders,
Nick Fraelich,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Matthew Halsall,
The Doobie Brothers,
Toni Rubio,
Saccharine Trust,
New Order,
Motorama,
The Busters,
The Toasters,
These Immortal Souls,
The Kinks,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
A Certain Ratio,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lakeside,
the Soft Cell,
Rekid,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
DJ Style,
Q and Not U,
Subhumans,
Terrestrial Tones,
Spoonie Gee,
R.M.O.,
The American Breed,
Monolake,
Erykah Badu,
Ultimate Spinach,
Tim Buckley,
ABBA,
Quando Quango,
Dual Sessions,
Janne Schatter,
Black Pus,
Delon & Dalcan,
Swans,
The Smiths,
China Crisis,
Bobby Sherman,
Siglo XX,
Pussy Galore,
Tropical Tobacco,
Yaz,
Television,
Ornette Coleman,
Banda Bassotti,
Gang of Four,
Kerri Chandler,
Fear,
Hardrive,
The Blackbyrds,
The Five Americans,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Index,
Letta Mbulu,
Scan 7,
Liliput, Liliput, Liliput, Liliput.
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.