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 Azerbaijan and from Jakarta.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Outsiders to the electroclash 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 The Index. All the underground hits.
All Pole tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Prunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiohead record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Beau Brummels,
Roxette,
FM Einheit,
Moss Icon,
Stereo Dub,
Yaz,
Tropical Tobacco,
Crispian St. Peters,
10cc,
Fear,
kango's stein massive,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Tears for Fears,
Livin' Joy,
Byron Stingily,
The Skatalites,
The Smoke,
Funkadelic,
Babytalk,
Ultravox,
Desert Stars,
Ultimate Spinach,
Joe Smooth,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Qualms,
Ossler,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Scrapy,
Delta 5,
Eve St. Jones,
Nik Kershaw,
Ice-T,
These Immortal Souls,
Bad Manners,
The Busters,
Guru Guru,
Maleditus Sound,
Gil Scott Heron,
Dead Boys,
Sällskapet,
Connie Case,
New York Dolls,
Pussy Galore,
cv313,
MC5,
T. Rex,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Cymande,
Scan 7,
Television,
Gabor Szabo,
The Leaves,
Fluxion,
PIL,
Ohio Players,
Graham Central Station,
JFA,
The Fortunes,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Minutemen,
Tomorrow,
The Fall, The Fall, The Fall, The Fall.
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.