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 Bolivia and from Paris.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Lyon.
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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Howard Jones to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Severed Heads. All the underground hits.
All Flipper tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mr. Review 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Second Layer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lower 48,
Ohio Players,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ultra Naté,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Jandek,
The Associates,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Man Parrish,
Barbara Tucker,
Spandau Ballet,
Dorothy Ashby,
Patti Smith,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ice-T,
X-102,
Whodini,
MC5,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Arab on Radar,
Essential Logic,
Ituana,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Wally Richardson,
Idris Muhammad,
The Happenings,
10cc,
The Move,
Cybotron,
Fluxion,
Joyce Sims,
Tim Buckley,
Grey Daturas,
Derrick Morgan,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Janne Schatter,
Faraquet,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Half Japanese,
Eric B and Rakim,
Funkadelic,
Basic Channel,
cv313,
John Lydon,
Crispy Ambulance,
Guru Guru,
Bizarre Inc.,
World's Most,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Blues Magoos,
Dead Boys,
Rosa Yemen,
Byron Stingily,
Eurythmics,
Morten Harket,
Pierre Henry,
K-Klass,
Harmonia,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson.
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.