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 Bhutan and from Seoul.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 theremin 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 Eve St. Jones to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Radiopuhelimet. All the underground hits.
All Tears for Fears tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alphaville record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bizarre Inc. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mummies,
Hasil Adkins,
Nation of Ulysses,
Little Man,
Ornette Coleman,
Scion,
Bob Dylan,
The Offenders,
Wasted Youth,
Bootsy Collins,
Freddie Wadling,
Robert Görl,
Au Pairs,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Porter Ricks,
Mantronix,
Minutemen,
Joey Negro,
The Birthday Party,
Avey Tare,
Black Bananas,
The Star Department,
Radiohead,
Patti Smith,
The Wake,
Duran Duran,
Sonic Youth,
Toni Rubio,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ossler,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
a-ha,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Kerri Chandler,
48th St. Collective,
The Monks,
June Days,
Siglo XX,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ralphi Rosario,
Kayak,
Traffic Nightmare,
Bauhaus,
Wolf Eyes,
Scratch Acid,
Frankie Knuckles,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Arcadia,
Negative Approach,
Lyres,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Hoover,
Newcleus,
The Martian,
Eden Ahbez,
Massinfluence,
Lindisfarne,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Slits,
Danielle Patucci,
The Slackers,
The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground.
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.