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 Japan and from Accra.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Seoul.
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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Blancmange 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 the Fania All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Metal Thangz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Freddie Wadling 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Modern Lovers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kurtis Blow,
Jandek,
Camouflage,
Visage,
Arcadia,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Agent Orange,
Massinfluence,
Oneida,
Eric Copeland,
David McCallum,
Alton Ellis,
Warren Ellis,
Glambeats Corp.,
Banda Bassotti,
Anakelly,
Procol Harum,
Ten City,
Godley & Creme,
Bush Tetras,
LL Cool J,
Faraquet,
The Fall,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Negative Approach,
Janne Schatter,
Jeru the Damaja,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Toni Rubio,
Youth Brigade,
Von Mondo,
Lindisfarne,
Mark Hollis,
Pantytec,
The Skatalites,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Panda Bear,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Moby Grape,
Vladislav Delay,
Andrew Hill,
Kerrie Biddell,
FM Einheit,
Cal Tjader,
Stetsasonic,
Colin Newman,
Vainqueur,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sällskapet,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Sonics,
Q and Not U,
Groovy Waters,
Junior Murvin,
Sonic Youth,
X-101,
The Litter,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
the Slits,
The Knickerbockers,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lalann,
Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now.
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.