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 Panama and from Hong Kong.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 sitar 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 Roxette to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Remains. All the underground hits.
All Sister Nancy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glenn Branca 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nico record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Severed Heads,
Darondo,
The Doors,
Todd Terry,
Nik Kershaw,
48th St. Collective,
Janne Schatter,
Young Marble Giants,
Adolescents,
Gregory Isaacs,
Surgeon,
Banda Bassotti,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Mummies,
Neu!,
Spandau Ballet,
Pet Shop Boys,
Shoche,
Delta 5,
Kool Moe Dee,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Invisible,
Mark Hollis,
Don Cherry,
the Human League,
Cymande,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Silicon Teens,
Panda Bear,
The Offenders,
Electric Prunes,
Hashim,
Anakelly,
Peter and Kerry,
The Kinks,
Marmalade,
Nick Fraelich,
Q65,
Ronan,
Moebius,
Tubeway Army,
Ice-T,
Malaria!,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Detroit Cobras,
Funky Four + One,
Derrick Morgan,
Magazine,
Glambeats Corp.,
Barry Ungar,
Cybotron,
James White and The Blacks,
Groovy Waters,
Alton Ellis,
Moby Grape,
Bluetip,
DJ Sneak,
Skaos,
Aswad,
Tommy Roe,
Radiopuhelimet,
Tim Buckley,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band.
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.