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 Dominica and from Bologna.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Woodstock.
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 guitar 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 Lower 48 to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Amazonics. All the underground hits.
All Kool Moe Dee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tears for Fears record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Davy DMX,
Stiv Bators,
The Modern Lovers,
Traffic Nightmare,
Ponytail,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Man Parrish,
Scrapy,
Sexual Harrassment,
Rod Modell,
Aaron Thompson,
Cymande,
Minor Threat,
Piero Umiliani,
The Victims,
Josef K,
Ten City,
Leonard Cohen,
The Evens,
The Electric Prunes,
K-Klass,
Moss Icon,
Whodini,
Ituana,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bobby Byrd,
Y Pants,
Severed Heads,
Amon Düül II,
Ornette Coleman,
Excepter,
The Dave Clark Five,
Andrew Hill,
UT,
The Human League,
Avey Tare,
X-102,
The Red Krayola,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ice-T,
Warsaw,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Roy Ayers,
Derrick Morgan,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Durutti Column,
ABBA,
Brick,
Dark Day,
Reuben Wilson,
World's Most,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Newcleus,
Sparks,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Real Kids,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Kinks,
Suburban Knight,
The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band.
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.