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 Maldives and from Manila.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 EPMD to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Nirvana. All the underground hits.
All Adolescents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thee Headcoats 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stiv Bators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cluster,
Zapp,
Swell Maps,
Inner City,
Bill Wells,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
B.T. Express,
James White and The Blacks,
Gichy Dan,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Quantec,
Nas,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Barclay James Harvest,
Radiohead,
Harpers Bizarre,
Swans,
Charles Mingus,
Silicon Teens,
Delta 5,
Joy Division,
Grauzone,
The Real Kids,
The Names,
Saccharine Trust,
Radiopuhelimet,
Duran Duran,
Bauhaus,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
World's Most,
Make Up,
X-102,
Sam Rivers,
Desert Stars,
Sound Behaviour,
Barbara Tucker,
Joyce Sims,
Sarah Menescal,
Lower 48,
Newcleus,
Crime,
The Fuzztones,
The Black Dice,
The Blackbyrds,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Lee Hazlewood,
Roger Hodgson,
New York Dolls,
Arcadia,
Max Romeo,
Ornette Coleman,
The Detroit Cobras,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
AZ,
The Young Rascals,
Pet Shop Boys,
Donald Byrd,
Severed Heads,
Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne.
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.