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 Cape Verde 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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 chamberlin 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 Circle Jerks to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Groovy Waters. All the underground hits.
All Boz Scaggs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sällskapet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gories record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Electric Prunes,
Excepter,
FM Einheit,
Second Layer,
Arcadia,
the Association,
Fluxion,
Q and Not U,
Delta 5,
Aloha Tigers,
Tropical Tobacco,
CMW,
Eve St. Jones,
Deakin,
The Selecter,
Maleditus Sound,
The Slackers,
Make Up,
Con Funk Shun,
Slick Rick,
Massinfluence,
Laurel Aitken,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Remains,
Saccharine Trust,
Fat Boys,
Lalo Schifrin,
Cluster,
Scott Walker,
Easy Going,
Symarip,
Spoonie Gee,
Soulsonic Force,
Barclay James Harvest,
Accadde A,
K-Klass,
Soft Cell,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bauhaus,
One Last Wish,
Audionom,
Dave Gahan,
Chrome,
Television,
Buzzcocks,
James White and The Blacks,
Sam Rivers,
Joe Finger,
Jawbox,
John Foxx,
Barrington Levy,
The Fire Engines,
June of 44,
Minny Pops,
Livin' Joy,
Terrestrial Tones,
Pharoah Sanders,
Rakim,
Rotary Connection,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sandy B,
The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things.
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.