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 Philippines and from Copenhagen.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Susan Cadogan to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Finger. All the underground hits.
All The Associates tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Divine Comedy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pulsallama,
Sex Pistols,
Arthur Verocai,
Kerrie Biddell,
T.S.O.L.,
Kerri Chandler,
Das Ding,
Desert Stars,
Tomorrow,
The Golliwogs,
Nick Fraelich,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
the Bar-Kays,
Arcadia,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Wake,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Martian,
The Mojo Men,
Albert Ayler,
Buzzcocks,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Scott Walker,
Slick Rick,
Morten Harket,
The Sonics,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Misunderstood,
Lee Hazlewood,
Absolute Body Control,
John Coltrane,
The Red Krayola,
X-Ray Spex,
Bizarre Inc.,
Average White Band,
Gang Gang Dance,
Crispian St. Peters,
Surgeon,
Jesper Dahlback,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Toasters,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Liliput,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Amon Düül II,
Nico,
Man Parrish,
Panda Bear,
New Age Steppers,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Stockholm Monsters,
The American Breed,
Silicon Teens,
Funkadelic,
Pantytec,
Magma,
The Fuzztones,
8 Eyed Spy,
Peter and Kerry,
Letta Mbulu,
Technova, Technova, Technova, Technova.
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.