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 Senegal and from Beijing.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Visage to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 American Breed. All the underground hits.
All Accadde A tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The United States of America 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 linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gong record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Finger,
Ultravox,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Black Sheep,
Jerry Gold Smith,
DJ Style,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bizarre Inc.,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Camouflage,
Tropical Tobacco,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sun City Girls,
Cymande,
Rhythm & Sound,
Vainqueur,
Johnny Clarke,
Easy Going,
Kevin Saunderson,
Tears for Fears,
Q and Not U,
Lou Christie,
The Fugs,
Amon Düül II,
Von Mondo,
The Music Machine,
Negative Approach,
Kurtis Blow,
The Mojo Men,
The Moody Blues,
Roger Hodgson,
June of 44,
Unwound,
Qualms,
Blancmange,
Agitation Free,
David McCallum,
The Doors,
Alphaville,
Index,
Minnie Riperton,
Bronski Beat,
Zapp,
Eric Copeland,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Cheater Slicks,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
MC5,
Procol Harum,
Prince Buster,
Deadbeat,
Popol Vuh,
X-Ray Spex,
Moebius,
Los Fastidios,
Blake Baxter,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Wire,
Kayak,
DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak.
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.