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 Tonga and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Technova to the dance 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 Sällskapet. All the underground hits.
All Von Mondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every FM Einheit 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Lynne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wasted Youth,
James White and The Blacks,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Buckinghams,
Soul II Soul,
Accadde A,
June of 44,
Black Flag,
Amon Düül,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Joy Division,
the Human League,
Agent Orange,
Lower 48,
Steve Hackett,
Hashim,
Sällskapet,
Heaven 17,
Quadrant,
Wolf Eyes,
Erasure,
Make Up,
The Human League,
Blake Baxter,
Zapp,
Rekid,
Dual Sessions,
Pantaleimon,
Minny Pops,
X-Ray Spex,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Kayak,
Albert Ayler,
Guru Guru,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ossler,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Section 25,
Swell Maps,
The Velvet Underground,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Delta 5,
Fugazi,
Big Daddy Kane,
Infiniti,
Terrestrial Tones,
Barry Ungar,
Ornette Coleman,
The Victims,
Amazonics,
Aloha Tigers,
The Electric Prunes,
John Cale,
Funkadelic,
The Standells,
Roxette,
Nas,
Lucky Dragons,
the Sonics,
Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux.
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.