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 Chile and from Woodstock.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 FM Einheit to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Eric Copeland. All the underground hits.
All Larry & the Blue Notes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Goldenarms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bush Tetras,
The Velvet Underground,
The Dave Clark Five,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Gong,
Piero Umiliani,
10cc,
Godley & Creme,
The New Christs,
Accadde A,
Hardrive,
Minor Threat,
Dawn Penn,
New Order,
Arthur Verocai,
Scott Walker,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Traffic Nightmare,
Flipper,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Erasure,
Flamin' Groovies,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ossler,
the Normal,
Derrick May,
The Evens,
Tomorrow,
Lyres,
The Dirtbombs,
Aloha Tigers,
The United States of America,
Marine Girls,
Slick Rick,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Inner City,
Monks,
Suicide,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Young Rascals,
Mark Hollis,
David McCallum,
Camberwell Now,
Sarah Menescal,
Easy Going,
Soulsonic Force,
Hoover,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Cal Tjader,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Moleskins,
Monolake,
June Days,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Fad Gadget,
Electric Prunes,
Skaos,
Rakim,
Theoretical Girls,
The Fall, The Fall, The Fall, The Fall.
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.