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 Lesotho and from Milan.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 sitar 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 The Dave Clark Five to the electroclash 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 Skriet. All the underground hits.
All Kool Moe Dee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott Heron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pierre Henry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Saints,
Ronnie Foster,
Dead Boys,
Connie Case,
Magma,
The Fortunes,
The Move,
Faraquet,
Albert Ayler,
Tim Buckley,
Marmalade,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Soft Machine,
Shuggie Otis,
Joe Smooth,
Jawbox,
Buzzcocks,
the Slits,
8 Eyed Spy,
Monolake,
Kayak,
Barclay James Harvest,
Godley & Creme,
Johnny Osbourne,
Thompson Twins,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bobby Sherman,
OOIOO,
Bush Tetras,
Easy Going,
Moebius,
KRS-One,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
World's Most,
Pere Ubu,
Zapp,
Hashim,
Toni Rubio,
The Gap Band,
Icehouse,
Marshall Jefferson,
Pussy Galore,
The Knickerbockers,
One Last Wish,
Massinfluence,
Colin Newman,
Black Moon,
Infiniti,
H. Thieme,
Lalo Schifrin,
Slave,
Gerry Rafferty,
Joy Division,
Whodini,
The Modern Lovers,
Freddie Wadling,
Soulsonic Force,
Alphaville,
Max Romeo,
The Fire Engines,
Sun Ra,
The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible.
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.