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 San Marino and from Salvador.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Robert Palmer 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 Severed Heads to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Panda Bear. All the underground hits.
All Liliput tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scrapy 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moody Blues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Clear Light,
Nik Kershaw,
Underground Resistance,
Andrew Hill,
DJ Sneak,
Darondo,
Pantytec,
Silicon Teens,
Prince Buster,
Altered Images,
The Monks,
Minutemen,
Warren Ellis,
Byron Stingily,
KRS-One,
Quando Quango,
Hot Snakes,
Kenny Larkin,
Boz Scaggs,
Spandau Ballet,
Loose Ends,
The Remains,
Mission of Burma,
Aloha Tigers,
Can,
Pharoah Sanders,
cv313,
June of 44,
Danielle Patucci,
Stetsasonic,
The Slackers,
Gil Scott Heron,
Swell Maps,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Black Sheep,
Roger Hodgson,
Ohio Players,
Supertramp,
The Blues Magoos,
The Associates,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Selecter,
F. McDonald,
Alison Limerick,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Whodini,
Scrapy,
The Move,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Last Poets,
Rakim,
Negative Approach,
The Divine Comedy,
Con Funk Shun,
Tres Demented,
Mandrill,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Half Japanese,
Ralphi Rosario,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Toasters,
The Techniques,
Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion.
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.