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 Ukraine and from Spokane.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Girls At Our Best!. All the underground hits.
All Steve Hackett tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gastr Del Sol record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lafayette Afro Rock Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sister Nancy,
The Cramps,
Loose Ends,
Neu!,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Knickerbockers,
Niagra,
Mandrill,
The J.B.'s,
Monks,
Aswad,
The Monks,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Rosa Yemen,
Yazoo,
Ten City,
Hardrive,
Mary Jane Girls,
DJ Style,
Agitation Free,
Barbara Tucker,
The New Christs,
The Saints,
Swans,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Leonard Cohen,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Slackers,
Terry Callier,
Sonny Sharrock,
Matthew Halsall,
Subhumans,
Cecil Taylor,
The Fire Engines,
Rapeman,
Pantytec,
The Star Department,
10cc,
Ossler,
Gang Starr,
Television Personalities,
Al Stewart,
Groovy Waters,
The Angels of Light,
Ken Boothe,
Stockholm Monsters,
Crooked Eye,
Nico,
Gregory Isaacs,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Spandau Ballet,
KRS-One,
Bobby Womack,
Eric Copeland,
John Cale,
Agent Orange,
Michelle Simonal,
AZ,
The Searchers,
The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals.
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.