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 Japan and from Johannesburg.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Pretty Things to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Ultravox. All the underground hits.
All Negative Approach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Newcleus 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 a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jawbox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Y Pants,
Bobby Byrd,
Eddi Front,
Glambeats Corp.,
Can,
Whodini,
Monks,
Aswad,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Franke,
Au Pairs,
Scion,
Albert Ayler,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Eric Copeland,
Zapp,
Suicide,
Gong,
Sun City Girls,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Knickerbockers,
Erasure,
Jimmy McGriff,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Residents,
The Moleskins,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
David Bowie,
U.S. Maple,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Absolute Body Control,
Godley & Creme,
Sight & Sound,
Circle Jerks,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Magma,
Popol Vuh,
Ronnie Foster,
Slick Rick,
Eli Mardock,
Hasil Adkins,
Arcadia,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bobby Sherman,
The Grass Roots,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Unwound,
Rites of Spring,
The Tremeloes,
Animal Collective,
Infiniti,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Q and Not U,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Matthew Bourne,
The Modern Lovers,
Jeru the Damaja,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Blake Baxter,
Scientists,
Public Enemy,
Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy.
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.