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 Nauru 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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Fort Wilson Riot to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Scratch Acid. All the underground hits.
All Ultimate Spinach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dawn Penn record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Organ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alphaville,
Derrick Morgan,
The Mojo Men,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Tomorrow,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
10cc,
AZ,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Sound,
Don Cherry,
Japan,
Fat Boys,
The Velvet Underground,
Pylon,
Maurizio,
ABBA,
Faraquet,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Beau Brummels,
The Buckinghams,
Eden Ahbez,
Talk Talk,
Roxette,
Silicon Teens,
T. Rex,
Cymande,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ponytail,
Moss Icon,
Joensuu 1685,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Radiohead,
Crooked Eye,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Second Layer,
Glambeats Corp.,
EPMD,
Unrelated Segments,
The Smoke,
Mad Mike,
Urselle,
The Residents,
The Slits,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Circle Jerks,
Bobby Sherman,
Quantec,
Unwound,
The Names,
the Normal,
Cal Tjader,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Skatalites,
Shoche,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Stockholm Monsters,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Zeros,
Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav.
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.