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 Honduras and from Portland.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Robert Palmer 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 Victims to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Visage. All the underground hits.
All Tim Buckley tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cramps 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donald Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Eating Sloth,
Kas Product,
Bill Near,
Television,
The Leaves,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Procol Harum,
Sparks,
Aloha Tigers,
R.M.O.,
In Retrospect,
Bush Tetras,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Cluster,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Scrapy,
James Chance & The Contortions,
New Order,
Judy Mowatt,
Mad Mike,
Liliput,
Minnie Riperton,
Arcadia,
Scientists,
China Crisis,
Johnny Osbourne,
Anthony Braxton,
Reuben Wilson,
Josef K,
One Last Wish,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Derrick May,
Marshall Jefferson,
Supertramp,
Amon Düül II,
Todd Terry,
MC5,
Donald Byrd,
Hardrive,
Throbbing Gristle,
Y Pants,
Echospace,
Loose Ends,
Lou Reed,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Music Machine,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sound Behaviour,
Wasted Youth,
Bootsy Collins,
The Cowsills,
Swans,
Stiv Bators,
U.S. Maple,
Boz Scaggs,
Basic Channel,
Electric Prunes,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Blackbyrds,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster.
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.