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 Uruguay and from Woodstock.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Trojans to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Joey Negro. All the underground hits.
All Juan Atkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacob Miller 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 marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Associates record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Searchers,
Dennis Brown,
The Saints,
Amon Düül II,
Bang On A Can,
Agent Orange,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Nick Fraelich,
Circle Jerks,
Sparks,
Brothers Johnson,
Royal Trux,
The Detroit Cobras,
Black Flag,
The Fortunes,
The Smiths,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Vainqueur,
Pierre Henry,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Jesper Dahlback,
Television,
Flipper,
Underground Resistance,
Angry Samoans,
Massinfluence,
Hot Snakes,
EPMD,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
John Lydon,
Nas,
Marcia Griffiths,
Shuggie Otis,
Frankie Knuckles,
Audionom,
ABC,
Nico,
The Alarm Clocks,
X-Ray Spex,
The Misunderstood,
Youth Brigade,
Sonic Youth,
Whodini,
La Düsseldorf,
Robert Görl,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Stooges,
Silicon Teens,
Deakin,
Harmonia,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Cymande,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Grey Daturas,
Fatback Band,
Tomorrow,
John Coltrane,
Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra.
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.