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 Armenia and from Salvador.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 mellotron 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 Boogie Down Productions to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Ornette Coleman. All the underground hits.
All Ultimate Spinach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sisters of Mercy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angels of Light & Akron/Family record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Soft Cell,
Jacob Miller,
Connie Case,
Peter & Gordon,
The Happenings,
The Move,
Dark Day,
Rapeman,
Slick Rick,
Severed Heads,
Scan 7,
ABBA,
Godley & Creme,
Roy Ayers,
Franke,
Television,
Albert Ayler,
Blossom Toes,
Fatback Band,
Deepchord,
Pantaleimon,
Man Eating Sloth,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Scion,
The Smoke,
Jeff Mills,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Fuzztones,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Althea and Donna,
Lindisfarne,
The New Christs,
Theoretical Girls,
Pylon,
Sonny Sharrock,
Man Parrish,
Jesper Dahlback,
Wings,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Angels of Light,
John Cale,
Isaac Hayes,
Peter and Kerry,
Mo-Dettes,
The Sound,
Y Pants,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Mars,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Groovy Waters,
Piero Umiliani,
Soft Machine,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Pole,
Alison Limerick,
Spoonie Gee,
Crispy Ambulance,
E-Dancer,
Pantytec,
Sight & Sound,
Popol Vuh,
Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef.
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.