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 Slovenia and from Lagos.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 harpsichord 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 The Fortunes to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Sonic Youth. All the underground hits.
All Brick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moleskins 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boredoms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alphaville,
Country Teasers,
Lungfish,
E-Dancer,
Zapp,
Severed Heads,
Peter and Kerry,
T. Rex,
The Dead C,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Erykah Badu,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
John Cale,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Count Five,
Circle Jerks,
Traffic Nightmare,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Mary Jane Girls,
Urselle,
Can,
Derrick May,
Scan 7,
Tomorrow,
Tom Boy,
the Slits,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Royal Trux,
The Neon Judgement,
Massinfluence,
Marc Almond,
Lucky Dragons,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Los Fastidios,
Lou Christie,
Stereo Dub,
Jacques Brel,
David McCallum,
MDC,
Y Pants,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
L. Decosne,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lalann,
Hot Snakes,
the Swans,
Underground Resistance,
Mantronix,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Public Image Ltd.,
David Bowie,
Skaos,
Rod Modell,
Sonny Sharrock,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Index,
Panda Bear,
Peter & Gordon,
Niagra,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Crash Course in Science,
Heaven 17,
Aswad,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy.
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.