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 Iceland and from Jakarta.
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 Jakarta and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 chamberlin 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 June Days to the techno 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 Ronan. All the underground hits.
All X-102 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Second Layer record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Bourne,
John Lydon,
Donny Hathaway,
Eric B and Rakim,
X-102,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Sonics,
The Electric Prunes,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Peter & Gordon,
Symarip,
Heaven 17,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Neu!,
Excepter,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ralphi Rosario,
FM Einheit,
Motorama,
Von Mondo,
The Moleskins,
Sam Rivers,
The Fuzztones,
Circle Jerks,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Negative Approach,
a-ha,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Drive Like Jehu,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Vainqueur,
Robert Görl,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Trojans,
Juan Atkins,
Joyce Sims,
Charles Mingus,
Dual Sessions,
The Tremeloes,
Sparks,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Malaria!,
DJ Style,
Hot Snakes,
The United States of America,
Judy Mowatt,
Funkadelic,
Shuggie Otis,
John Cale,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Minny Pops,
Sex Pistols,
Rhythm & Sound,
Glambeats Corp.,
Rapeman,
Sun City Girls,
Nik Kershaw,
The Gun Club,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Roy Ayers,
Deakin, Deakin, Deakin, Deakin.
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.