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 Tajikistan and from Tokyo.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 güiro 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 Tomorrow to the rap 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 Section 25. All the underground hits.
All Derrick May tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every UT record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Angels of Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delon & Dalcan,
Agitation Free,
Parry Music,
Prince Buster,
The Young Rascals,
China Crisis,
Pulsallama,
Adolescents,
Black Bananas,
Sällskapet,
Camberwell Now,
Scientists,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Chrome,
The Velvet Underground,
Agent Orange,
Freddie Wadling,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
the Slits,
Letta Mbulu,
Joe Smooth,
The Fortunes,
Arthur Verocai,
Neil Young,
Radiohead,
Pierre Henry,
Accadde A,
Tubeway Army,
KRS-One,
Boogie Down Productions,
Traffic Nightmare,
Darondo,
Peter and Kerry,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Electric Prunes,
the Bar-Kays,
Young Marble Giants,
the Normal,
Lucky Dragons,
Grey Daturas,
Altered Images,
Flamin' Groovies,
Don Cherry,
Magma,
Ice-T,
Liliput,
Barclay James Harvest,
Glenn Branca,
Jimmy McGriff,
Maleditus Sound,
Main Source,
The Count Five,
T.S.O.L.,
Simply Red,
Idris Muhammad,
Stockholm Monsters,
Youth Brigade,
a-ha,
Dead Boys,
The Five Americans,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya.
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.