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 Bulgaria and from Mexico City.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Piero Umiliani to the electroclash 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 Stetsasonic. All the underground hits.
All Skriet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Y Pants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mo-Dettes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fuzztones,
This Heat,
Moss Icon,
EPMD,
Rakim,
Magazine,
Sugar Minott,
Howard Jones,
June of 44,
X-101,
The Dirtbombs,
FM Einheit,
Franke,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Kool Moe Dee,
Average White Band,
the Association,
Audionom,
Pharoah Sanders,
Niagra,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sarah Menescal,
Warren Ellis,
Severed Heads,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Boz Scaggs,
Yusef Lateef,
Colin Newman,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
10cc,
The Fire Engines,
The Motions,
The Barracudas,
Marmalade,
L. Decosne,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Tropical Tobacco,
Donny Hathaway,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Grandmaster Flash,
Section 25,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Fluxion,
Banda Bassotti,
The Invisible,
The Associates,
Agent Orange,
Main Source,
Q65,
Peter & Gordon,
Hardrive,
The Happenings,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Aural Exciters,
The Divine Comedy,
Toni Rubio,
Urselle,
Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks.
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.