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 Switzerland and from Calgary.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Nick Fraelich to the dance 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 The Mighty Diamonds. All the underground hits.
All Maleditus Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Flag 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a James White and The Blacks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eurythmics,
Scott Walker,
Faraquet,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Count Five,
Terrestrial Tones,
Nick Fraelich,
Joy Division,
The Divine Comedy,
Au Pairs,
ABC,
48th St. Collective,
Icehouse,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Quando Quango,
The Residents,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Suburban Knight,
The Fall,
Essential Logic,
Henry Cow,
The Selecter,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Mo-Dettes,
Television,
Flash Fearless,
The Dave Clark Five,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
8 Eyed Spy,
Tommy Roe,
Crispian St. Peters,
Bill Wells,
Ken Boothe,
the Human League,
Q and Not U,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Scrapy,
DJ Style,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Surgeon,
Parry Music,
The Moody Blues,
Quadrant,
Von Mondo,
Los Fastidios,
Ohio Players,
Wolf Eyes,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Index,
Tubeway Army,
Mars,
Schoolly D,
The Modern Lovers,
Lungfish,
The Busters,
Ornette Coleman,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Flesh Eaters,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Byron Stingily,
Harry Pussy,
Severed Heads,
Massinfluence,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson.
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.