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 Poland and from Seoul.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Houston.
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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Altered Images to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Be Bop Deluxe. All the underground hits.
All Sly & The Family Stone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sparks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Franke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fort Wilson Riot,
Mission of Burma,
Dual Sessions,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Trojans,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Pierre Henry,
Fat Boys,
FM Einheit,
Young Marble Giants,
the Association,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Magazine,
Iggy Pop,
Ponytail,
Erasure,
Rapeman,
Wolf Eyes,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Boz Scaggs,
Davy DMX,
The Cowsills,
Talk Talk,
The Names,
Swell Maps,
Stereo Dub,
Josef K,
Ludus,
Niagra,
Gang Green,
The Techniques,
Mary Jane Girls,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Massinfluence,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Zero Boys,
Sun Ra,
Eurythmics,
Roxy Music,
Mars,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Stiv Bators,
Q and Not U,
Johnny Osbourne,
Moby Grape,
Todd Rundgren,
a-ha,
The Zeros,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Gregory Isaacs,
Alphaville,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Hardrive,
Nils Olav,
Sparks,
John Foxx,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Pop Group,
Ronan,
Crooked Eye,
Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster.
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.