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 Costa Rica and from Jakarta.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 T.S.O.L. to the grunge 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 Freddie Wadling. All the underground hits.
All Barclay James Harvest tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crime record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young & Crazy Horse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nico,
Mission of Burma,
Oblivians,
Yellowson,
Maleditus Sound,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Slackers,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Index,
The Stooges,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Blake Baxter,
Model 500,
Man Parrish,
Jeff Lynne,
Minny Pops,
The Golliwogs,
ABC,
Pylon,
The Wake,
The Gories,
Franke,
Joey Negro,
Dawn Penn,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Black Dice,
Anakelly,
10cc,
Chris & Cosey,
The Monochrome Set,
Clear Light,
Absolute Body Control,
The Move,
The Detroit Cobras,
a-ha,
Ralphi Rosario,
Derrick May,
Shuggie Otis,
Theoretical Girls,
Audionom,
Black Flag,
Warsaw,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Thee Headcoats,
Country Teasers,
Idris Muhammad,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Mars,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Flesh Eaters,
Aloha Tigers,
L. Decosne,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Mandrill,
The Pretty Things,
Soft Cell,
Excepter,
Mr. Review,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
AZ,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy.
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.