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 Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Roxette to the jazz 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 Graham Central Station. All the underground hits.
All The Walker Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ash Ra Tempel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Severed Heads,
Urselle,
the Germs,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Infiniti,
The Fall,
Vainqueur,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Laurel Aitken,
Fluxion,
Chris Corsano,
Von Mondo,
Circle Jerks,
Sexual Harrassment,
Swell Maps,
Pole,
cv313,
Derrick Morgan,
MC5,
The Fire Engines,
The Index,
The Cure,
John Coltrane,
Japan,
Bill Near,
Buzzcocks,
Boredoms,
Dawn Penn,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Q and Not U,
Echospace,
Bang On A Can,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Glenn Branca,
Khruangbin,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Buckinghams,
Rapeman,
Neu!,
In Retrospect,
T.S.O.L.,
Steve Hackett,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Pussy Galore,
Todd Terry,
Suicide,
Crash Course in Science,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Radiohead,
Freddie Wadling,
Slick Rick,
the Human League,
Fatback Band,
Lightning Bolt,
Marc Almond,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Peter and Kerry,
The Walker Brothers,
A Certain Ratio,
Altered Images,
Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms.
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.