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 Armenia and from Philadelphia.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 spring reverb 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 Roy Ayers 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 Zero Boys. All the underground hits.
All Dead Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Copeland 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Outsiders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sight & Sound,
Agent Orange,
Darondo,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Dirtbombs,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Mummies,
The Cowsills,
Todd Terry,
Vladislav Delay,
AZ,
Rotary Connection,
Swell Maps,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Pagans,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Tubeway Army,
Panda Bear,
Rapeman,
The Gories,
Negative Approach,
Cal Tjader,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Nirvana,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Buckinghams,
Bad Manners,
Patti Smith,
Stetsasonic,
B.T. Express,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Mary Jane Girls,
Con Funk Shun,
Cheater Slicks,
Black Flag,
the Swans,
Sparks,
Graham Central Station,
Young Marble Giants,
Althea and Donna,
The Sound,
Easy Going,
Harpers Bizarre,
Gregory Isaacs,
Eli Mardock,
Reagan Youth,
Bronski Beat,
Reuben Wilson,
The American Breed,
The Gladiators,
The Seeds,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Drive Like Jehu,
Hasil Adkins,
Adolescents,
Guru Guru,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon.
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.