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 United Kingdom and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the theremin 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 Monks to the grunge 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 Joe Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Black Sheep tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Byrd record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Normal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Be Bop Deluxe,
Babytalk,
Crispy Ambulance,
Scratch Acid,
Grauzone,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Traffic Nightmare,
the Association,
Tom Boy,
Swans,
The Slackers,
Soft Machine,
Derrick Morgan,
Rosa Yemen,
Letta Mbulu,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Minny Pops,
the Soft Cell,
Peter and Kerry,
The Residents,
Echospace,
Sällskapet,
The Electric Prunes,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Icehouse,
Howard Jones,
The Gun Club,
Sam Rivers,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Cosmic Jokers,
kango's stein massive,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Von Mondo,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Thee Headcoats,
Marine Girls,
Yaz,
Scott Walker,
Magazine,
Tears for Fears,
Inner City,
Gang Green,
Steve Hackett,
Davy DMX,
Jacob Miller,
The Dead C,
Girls At Our Best!,
Slick Rick,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Ituana,
the Human League,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Main Source,
Flipper,
La Düsseldorf,
Mandrill,
The Skatalites,
The Flesh Eaters,
Metal Thangz,
Zapp,
Whodini, Whodini, Whodini, Whodini.
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.