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 Poland and from Delhi.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Salvador.
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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the theremin 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 Dawn Penn to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Minor Threat. All the underground hits.
All Oppenheimer Analysis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faraquet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Guru Guru record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lalo Schifrin,
Pere Ubu,
Rod Modell,
Lungfish,
Nas,
Matthew Bourne,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Kerrie Biddell,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
David McCallum,
The Cowsills,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Names,
Depeche Mode,
Davy DMX,
Heaven 17,
Radiohead,
Yusef Lateef,
Jeru the Damaja,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Eve St. Jones,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Cecil Taylor,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Aloha Tigers,
The Kinks,
The Standells,
Bush Tetras,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Birthday Party,
Max Romeo,
Alison Limerick,
Peter and Kerry,
Deakin,
the Slits,
Index,
Joy Division,
The Modern Lovers,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Derrick Morgan,
The Fall,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Outsiders,
The Monochrome Set,
Metal Thangz,
Chris Corsano,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Donald Byrd,
The Busters,
Unrelated Segments,
Bobby Byrd,
D'Angelo,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Fugazi,
Eden Ahbez,
Harry Pussy,
Joyce Sims,
The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters.
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.