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 Portugal and from Johannesburg.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Hacienda.
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 Scan 7. All the underground hits.
All Sällskapet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Qualms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers Ubiquity record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Angels of Light,
Chris & Cosey,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bob Dylan,
The Music Machine,
Amon Düül II,
Susan Cadogan,
Harpers Bizarre,
Cymande,
The Evens,
Skaos,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Half Japanese,
Funky Four + One,
Radiohead,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Real Kids,
Marcia Griffiths,
Whodini,
Neil Young,
Lakeside,
Lalann,
The Red Krayola,
The Moleskins,
Lou Christie,
Charles Mingus,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Misunderstood,
Gong,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lyres,
The Black Dice,
World's Most,
Josef K,
The Wake,
the Bar-Kays,
Gastr Del Sol,
Amon Düül,
The United States of America,
Malaria!,
The Fortunes,
Boogie Down Productions,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Terrestrial Tones,
8 Eyed Spy,
Blossom Toes,
Minny Pops,
Tommy Roe,
Cheater Slicks,
DJ Style,
Mr. Review,
a-ha,
The Seeds,
Khruangbin,
Gichy Dan,
Monolake,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms.
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.