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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Paris.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 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 Marshall Jefferson to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Severed Heads. All the underground hits.
All Jeru the Damaja tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacob Miller record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a London Community Gospel Choir record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
B.T. Express,
Patti Smith,
Charles Mingus,
The Fortunes,
Fad Gadget,
The Knickerbockers,
kango's stein massive,
One Last Wish,
Gerry Rafferty,
Gang Green,
Stereo Dub,
Amazonics,
Lungfish,
Anthony Braxton,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Mandrill,
Nas,
Jeff Lynne,
The Cure,
Johnny Clarke,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Velvet Underground,
Peter & Gordon,
The Divine Comedy,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Grauzone,
Fear,
Minny Pops,
Cameo,
The Modern Lovers,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Birthday Party,
Urselle,
Massinfluence,
Basic Channel,
Main Source,
Aloha Tigers,
Scott Walker,
Ornette Coleman,
D'Angelo,
Thee Headcoats,
MC5,
Toni Rubio,
Lou Christie,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Ludus,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Magazine,
Peter and Kerry,
Maleditus Sound,
Lower 48,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Kurtis Blow,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Cluster,
The Flesh Eaters,
Flash Fearless,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Black Flag,
Porter Ricks,
Moby Grape,
Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth.
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.