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 Japan and from Madrid.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 David Bowie 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 The Real Kids to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Das Ding. All the underground hits.
All Heavy D & The Boyz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Toni Rubio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crispian St. Peters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Offenders,
The Mummies,
Spandau Ballet,
Bobby Sherman,
Stetsasonic,
John Lydon,
Freddie Wadling,
Pere Ubu,
Quando Quango,
Quantec,
Maleditus Sound,
Sister Nancy,
The Shadows of Knight,
Underground Resistance,
T.S.O.L.,
Graham Central Station,
R.M.O.,
The Pretty Things,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Gun Club,
The Knickerbockers,
Jeru the Damaja,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Minor Threat,
Man Parrish,
Bluetip,
Young Marble Giants,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Doobie Brothers,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Guru Guru,
Sam Rivers,
Avey Tare,
Todd Terry,
Matthew Halsall,
Pussy Galore,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Joensuu 1685,
Camouflage,
Ralphi Rosario,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Associates,
Arab on Radar,
Tom Boy,
Ronan,
Lou Reed,
The Dirtbombs,
AZ,
Cymande,
Gabor Szabo,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Mission of Burma,
The Move,
Stockholm Monsters,
Silicon Teens,
Boz Scaggs,
Bang On A Can,
Pierre Henry,
Essential Logic,
Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions.
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.