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 Paraguay and from Bremen.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 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 Depeche Mode to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Pharoah Sanders. All the underground hits.
All Gang Gang Dance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New York Dolls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Trojans,
Bauhaus,
Mantronix,
Althea and Donna,
Joy Division,
The Stooges,
Pantytec,
Don Cherry,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Qualms,
Unrelated Segments,
Prince Buster,
Siglo XX,
Joey Negro,
Thompson Twins,
Jeff Mills,
Dawn Penn,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ralphi Rosario,
Nas,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Cure,
Warsaw,
Donald Byrd,
the Normal,
World's Most,
Cheater Slicks,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Agent Orange,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ken Boothe,
Spandau Ballet,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Wake,
The Monochrome Set,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Gang of Four,
Mandrill,
Sister Nancy,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Alison Limerick,
Cymande,
Mo-Dettes,
Blancmange,
The Electric Prunes,
Ultimate Spinach,
Eddi Front,
Ultravox,
The Alarm Clocks,
Cameo,
The Victims,
Sonic Youth,
Icehouse,
Fat Boys,
The Young Rascals,
The Happenings,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Gregory Isaacs,
June Days,
Neil Young,
One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish.
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.