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 El Salvador and from Houston.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 oboe 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 Agent Orange to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Barbara Tucker. All the underground hits.
All The Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Saints record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Dolphy,
Stiv Bators,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Grauzone,
Scrapy,
Eurythmics,
Accadde A,
Swell Maps,
Howard Jones,
Smog,
the Sonics,
Franke,
Fifty Foot Hose,
World's Most,
Godley & Creme,
MC5,
The Fire Engines,
The Birthday Party,
E-Dancer,
FM Einheit,
Stockholm Monsters,
Warren Ellis,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Beau Brummels,
Eli Mardock,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Deadbeat,
Inner City,
Judy Mowatt,
The Shadows of Knight,
Gang Starr,
Pantytec,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Television Personalities,
Ten City,
Talk Talk,
Neil Young,
Blossom Toes,
The Fortunes,
The Flesh Eaters,
Public Image Ltd.,
Arcadia,
Amazonics,
Popol Vuh,
Connie Case,
the Normal,
Flipper,
Masters at Work,
The Doobie Brothers,
Slick Rick,
Qualms,
Oneida,
Clear Light,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
kango's stein massive,
AZ,
Electric Prunes,
Derrick Morgan,
Duran Duran,
Radio Birdman,
The Martian, The Martian, The Martian, The Martian.
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.