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 Shanghai.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 synthesizer 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 Leonard Cohen to the electroclash 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 Rod Modell. All the underground hits.
All Rotary Connection tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Modern Lovers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Japan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Wake,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
This Heat,
Sun City Girls,
Blossom Toes,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Rapeman,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ornette Coleman,
MDC,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The American Breed,
The Fuzztones,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Offenders,
The Martian,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Detroit Cobras,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Fire Engines,
John Lydon,
The Birthday Party,
Grey Daturas,
Smog,
The Star Department,
The Monochrome Set,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Glenn Branca,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Nils Olav,
Masters at Work,
FM Einheit,
Johnny Osbourne,
Cheater Slicks,
Mars,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Kenny Larkin,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Main Source,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Dead C,
Fatback Band,
Lakeside,
The Gladiators,
Icehouse,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
the Human League,
Franke,
Eric Copeland,
Drexciya,
Delta 5,
Lalo Schifrin,
Gerry Rafferty,
Girls At Our Best!,
Pantaleimon,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Graham Central Station,
Jeff Lynne,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Young Marble Giants,
a-ha, a-ha, a-ha, a-ha.
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.