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 Eritrea and from Lyon.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam to the grime 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 the Association. All the underground hits.
All Marshall Jefferson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June Days 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Talk Talk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crime,
The Martian,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Cramps,
Essential Logic,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sight & Sound,
Don Cherry,
Oneida,
Lower 48,
Hashim,
Moebius,
Heaven 17,
Moby Grape,
DJ Sneak,
Silicon Teens,
The Star Department,
Aloha Tigers,
Roger Hodgson,
One Last Wish,
Aural Exciters,
Stereo Dub,
Pole,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Pierre Henry,
Magazine,
Main Source,
June of 44,
Nirvana,
Monks,
The Grass Roots,
Radiohead,
Roy Ayers,
Simply Red,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Offenders,
Flash Fearless,
Josef K,
Patti Smith,
Max Romeo,
Liliput,
Quantec,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
T. Rex,
Bobby Byrd,
FM Einheit,
Index,
The Kinks,
The Pretty Things,
The Happenings,
Be Bop Deluxe,
the Germs,
Steve Hackett,
Scientists,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Walker Brothers,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Misunderstood,
World's Most,
Avey Tare,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sun City Girls,
Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra.
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.