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 Vanuatu and from Stockholm.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Traffic Nightmare to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Massinfluence. All the underground hits.
All E-Dancer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Tremeloes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
D'Angelo,
Kerrie Biddell,
Rod Modell,
The Birthday Party,
Tommy Roe,
Gang Gang Dance,
Eric Copeland,
Radio Birdman,
Black Bananas,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sun City Girls,
Cecil Taylor,
Roxy Music,
Marc Almond,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Public Image Ltd.,
Zero Boys,
Tim Buckley,
AZ,
Aural Exciters,
Funkadelic,
Country Teasers,
Lakeside,
Danielle Patucci,
Goldenarms,
The Seeds,
Heaven 17,
The Names,
The Neon Judgement,
The Shadows of Knight,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Moleskins,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lightning Bolt,
the Association,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ponytail,
Quantec,
Adolescents,
Nils Olav,
The Raincoats,
Unrelated Segments,
Ornette Coleman,
Sonny Sharrock,
Parry Music,
B.T. Express,
Interpol,
The Misunderstood,
Alton Ellis,
Big Daddy Kane,
Yaz,
Anakelly,
Smog,
Dave Gahan,
Ultravox,
Agent Orange,
DNA,
Steve Hackett,
Severed Heads,
Peter and Kerry,
U.S. Maple,
Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks.
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.