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 Costa Rica and from London.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 synthesizer 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 ABBA to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Oneida. All the underground hits.
All The New Christs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fort Wilson Riot record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blackbyrds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Panda Bear,
Sparks,
Mary Jane Girls,
Pagans,
The Fuzztones,
Flipper,
Peter and Kerry,
The Real Kids,
The Evens,
Suicide,
Aural Exciters,
F. McDonald,
Monolake,
Rosa Yemen,
Niagra,
Danielle Patucci,
Terry Callier,
E-Dancer,
Hoover,
Harpers Bizarre,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Names,
Mark Hollis,
The Young Rascals,
Girls At Our Best!,
Soulsonic Force,
Quadrant,
PIL,
Zero Boys,
Parry Music,
Grey Daturas,
Heaven 17,
the Human League,
The J.B.'s,
Schoolly D,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ten City,
Khruangbin,
Quando Quango,
Eric Copeland,
Dark Day,
The Cure,
Severed Heads,
Smog,
Joyce Sims,
Jandek,
Flash Fearless,
The Gap Band,
In Retrospect,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Unrelated Segments,
Ohio Players,
Fugazi,
Kenny Larkin,
Agent Orange,
The Divine Comedy,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo.
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.