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 Chile and from Houston.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 theremin 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 Angels of Light to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Tres Demented. All the underground hits.
All Livin' Joy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quantec record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Hood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Star Department,
Ronnie Foster,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Index,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Fugazi,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Reagan Youth,
The Knickerbockers,
John Coltrane,
Marcia Griffiths,
Aaron Thompson,
Lalann,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Stereo Dub,
Amon Düül II,
Hasil Adkins,
Black Sheep,
David McCallum,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
In Retrospect,
The Human League,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Evens,
China Crisis,
Altered Images,
Sparks,
The Pretty Things,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Eden Ahbez,
The Neon Judgement,
The Slackers,
Wire,
Theoretical Girls,
Susan Cadogan,
The Electric Prunes,
Gang of Four,
Letta Mbulu,
Kurtis Blow,
Qualms,
a-ha,
Big Daddy Kane,
Toni Rubio,
Japan,
Sixth Finger,
Ituana,
Mo-Dettes,
Accadde A,
Main Source,
Malaria!,
Pet Shop Boys,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Blackbyrds,
Lou Christie,
The Tremeloes,
Q65,
Rakim,
the Germs,
The Zeros,
Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen.
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.