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 Sierra Leone 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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Royal Family And The Poor to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 La Düsseldorf. All the underground hits.
All Sandy B tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mo-Dettes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Standells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ossler,
The Misunderstood,
The Slits,
The Associates,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Tomorrow,
Siglo XX,
Ultra Naté,
Harry Pussy,
The Star Department,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Mojo Men,
Dorothy Ashby,
Chrome,
Peter & Gordon,
Panda Bear,
Drive Like Jehu,
La Düsseldorf,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ronnie Foster,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Arcadia,
Accadde A,
Boz Scaggs,
Negative Approach,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Youth Brigade,
The Blackbyrds,
Radiohead,
Gang of Four,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Magma,
The Electric Prunes,
Gerry Rafferty,
Jerry's Kids,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Smoke,
T.S.O.L.,
John Coltrane,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Slave,
The Searchers,
Swans,
Sight & Sound,
Girls At Our Best!,
Barbara Tucker,
Black Flag,
Neil Young,
Harpers Bizarre,
Soulsonic Force,
Sällskapet,
Junior Murvin,
Unwound,
The Seeds,
Joey Negro,
Franke,
DJ Style,
Simply Red,
Aaron Thompson,
Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood.
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.