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 Bahrain 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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Michael McDonald 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 One Last Wish to the grime 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 Ituana. All the underground hits.
All The Victims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxette record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Stooges record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tres Demented,
Ultravox,
F. McDonald,
Soft Cell,
T.S.O.L.,
Scrapy,
Man Parrish,
Freddie Wadling,
Harpers Bizarre,
Duran Duran,
Lebanon Hanover,
Clear Light,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Selecter,
Hashim,
The Remains,
Jerry's Kids,
Ralphi Rosario,
Icehouse,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lyres,
Slick Rick,
Angry Samoans,
10cc,
Depeche Mode,
The Five Americans,
Kenny Larkin,
48th St. Collective,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Fire Engines,
Connie Case,
Traffic Nightmare,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Thee Headcoats,
Country Teasers,
Barclay James Harvest,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Music Machine,
Agitation Free,
David McCallum,
Bauhaus,
Supertramp,
Rakim,
Donny Hathaway,
Johnny Osbourne,
Jimmy McGriff,
U.S. Maple,
Mantronix,
Das Ding,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bobby Sherman,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
R.M.O.,
Von Mondo,
Los Fastidios,
X-Ray Spex,
Mad Mike,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Charles Mingus,
Lou Reed,
Anakelly,
Jeff Lynne,
Severed Heads,
Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler.
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.