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 Kyrgyzstan and from Milan.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Lou Reed 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 Sunsets and Hearts to the punk 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 Bill Wells. All the underground hits.
All Monolake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joyce Sims record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hardrive,
Hoover,
Minutemen,
Wally Richardson,
Janne Schatter,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Newcleus,
Quadrant,
Sixth Finger,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Chris Corsano,
Motorama,
Banda Bassotti,
Erykah Badu,
Eve St. Jones,
Nas,
Essential Logic,
Technova,
The Searchers,
The Tremeloes,
The Evens,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Gabor Szabo,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ultimate Spinach,
New Order,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bill Near,
June Days,
Pere Ubu,
The Walker Brothers,
Grauzone,
The New Christs,
Blossom Toes,
Can,
Khruangbin,
the Normal,
Con Funk Shun,
The Alarm Clocks,
Robert Wyatt,
The Happenings,
Simply Red,
Gregory Isaacs,
Graham Central Station,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lightning Bolt,
Cluster,
Nik Kershaw,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Standells,
Suicide,
Arcadia,
Mo-Dettes,
Main Source,
Das Ding,
U.S. Maple,
Marcia Griffiths,
John Cale,
Visage,
The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party.
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.