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 Singapore and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Das Ding to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Half Japanese. All the underground hits.
All Hoover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kings Of Tomorrow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echospace record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smiths,
Icehouse,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Tomorrow,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Zeros,
One Last Wish,
Cal Tjader,
Harry Pussy,
The Fire Engines,
Kerrie Biddell,
Massinfluence,
Wings,
T.S.O.L.,
Stetsasonic,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Jacob Miller,
The Dave Clark Five,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Gladiators,
The Dirtbombs,
Altered Images,
Ken Boothe,
the Sonics,
Technova,
Max Romeo,
Radiopuhelimet,
Stockholm Monsters,
Buzzcocks,
Janne Schatter,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Byron Stingily,
Iggy Pop,
The Blackbyrds,
Eve St. Jones,
Mission of Burma,
The Remains,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Funky Four + One,
Simply Red,
Youth Brigade,
Sun City Girls,
Idris Muhammad,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Nik Kershaw,
Sight & Sound,
Public Enemy,
Gang Gang Dance,
the Normal,
This Heat,
Moss Icon,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Pretty Things,
CMW,
Pantaleimon,
Bush Tetras,
Yaz,
Black Moon,
Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols.
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.