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 Guinea and from Manila.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Sonics to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 10cc. All the underground hits.
All Khruangbin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terrestrial Tones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doors record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pagans,
10cc,
Henry Cow,
Niagra,
Neil Young,
Absolute Body Control,
The Barracudas,
Jeru the Damaja,
Parry Music,
Soul Sonic Force,
Aural Exciters,
Warren Ellis,
Todd Terry,
Banda Bassotti,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Nation of Ulysses,
Television,
Pierre Henry,
These Immortal Souls,
June of 44,
Stetsasonic,
The Gories,
The Raincoats,
Shoche,
Public Enemy,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Albert Ayler,
World's Most,
Little Man,
Guru Guru,
Mary Jane Girls,
Can,
Sam Rivers,
Harry Pussy,
Eden Ahbez,
X-101,
Al Stewart,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Tremeloes,
Minutemen,
Livin' Joy,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Slits,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Accadde A,
Tubeway Army,
The Toasters,
Bluetip,
JFA,
The Trojans,
June Days,
Tim Buckley,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Fugs,
DNA,
Piero Umiliani,
Wolf Eyes,
Cal Tjader,
Robert Görl,
Ultimate Spinach,
Blancmange,
Blossom Toes,
Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood.
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.