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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Paris.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 rhodes 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 Susan Cadogan to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Accadde A. All the underground hits.
All AZ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Divine Comedy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jawbox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Al Stewart,
Saccharine Trust,
The Gun Club,
The Skatalites,
The Doors,
Lee Hazlewood,
R.M.O.,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Arab on Radar,
The Durutti Column,
Chris Corsano,
Joyce Sims,
Accadde A,
Buzzcocks,
The Move,
Television Personalities,
Boz Scaggs,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Beau Brummels,
Underground Resistance,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
48th St. Collective,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Dirtbombs,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Grey Daturas,
Amon Düül II,
Bill Wells,
Mandrill,
The Fall,
ABBA,
Flash Fearless,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Zeros,
The Neon Judgement,
Camberwell Now,
Fela Kuti,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Moody Blues,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Los Fastidios,
Absolute Body Control,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Reuben Wilson,
Fat Boys,
Eve St. Jones,
Robert Görl,
The Slackers,
Goldenarms,
The Star Department,
Subhumans,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sexual Harrassment,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Standells,
The Real Kids,
The Cosmic Jokers,
X-Ray Spex,
Roy Ayers,
Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon.
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.