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 El Salvador and from Hong Kong.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 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 Agent Orange to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Donny Hathaway. All the underground hits.
All Loose Ends tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Divine Comedy 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ralphi Rosario record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T.S.O.L.,
Harmonia,
The Fire Engines,
Sound Behaviour,
Supertramp,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Mantronix,
Brothers Johnson,
Slick Rick,
The Selecter,
Laurel Aitken,
The Stooges,
Mary Jane Girls,
Kurtis Blow,
The Alarm Clocks,
Fugazi,
The Walker Brothers,
Q and Not U,
Bluetip,
Mission of Burma,
Audionom,
The Doors,
Arcadia,
D'Angelo,
The Residents,
Deakin,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Symarip,
Excepter,
Camouflage,
The Golliwogs,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Last Poets,
Kerrie Biddell,
Deadbeat,
Danielle Patucci,
Icehouse,
The Seeds,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Khruangbin,
Brass Construction,
Jandek,
Magma,
Marvin Gaye,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bootsy Collins,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Theoretical Girls,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Eddi Front,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Susan Cadogan,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Gregory Isaacs,
Interpol,
Roger Hodgson,
OOIOO,
The Vogues,
Main Source, Main Source, Main Source, Main Source.
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.