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 Mauritius and from Cairo.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Bologna.
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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the theremin 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 David McCallum to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Isaac Hayes. All the underground hits.
All Minnie Riperton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brass Construction 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Youth Brigade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lebanon Hanover,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Black Sheep,
The Gun Club,
The Saints,
Peter and Kerry,
The Dirtbombs,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
cv313,
Fela Kuti,
Graham Central Station,
DJ Sneak,
The Leaves,
Jeff Mills,
Blancmange,
Mad Mike,
The Electric Prunes,
8 Eyed Spy,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bluetip,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Panda Bear,
Icehouse,
Ponytail,
The Zeros,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Archie Shepp,
Quadrant,
Howard Jones,
Danielle Patucci,
Bill Wells,
Bobby Sherman,
Tears for Fears,
Pulsallama,
LL Cool J,
Fatback Band,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Oneida,
Shuggie Otis,
Anakelly,
Mars,
Niagra,
Sun Ra,
Section 25,
The Smoke,
Silicon Teens,
The Blackbyrds,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Scientists,
Arcadia,
Radiohead,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Audionom,
Steve Hackett,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Flipper,
Curtis Mayfield,
Andrew Hill,
Mission of Burma,
Minor Threat,
Whodini, Whodini, Whodini, Whodini.
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.