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 Korea North and from Milan.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Donald Byrd to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Cymande. All the underground hits.
All Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam 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 techno 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 mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Flesh Eaters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monks,
Blake Baxter,
Boredoms,
Dave Gahan,
Metal Thangz,
Connie Case,
The J.B.'s,
Robert Hood,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Detroit Cobras,
Gang Starr,
Agitation Free,
Reuben Wilson,
Gerry Rafferty,
Marc Almond,
Siglo XX,
Heaven 17,
X-Ray Spex,
Fatback Band,
Joy Division,
Pole,
Gregory Isaacs,
Big Daddy Kane,
David Bowie,
Derrick May,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Fall,
Maurizio,
Alice Coltrane,
Henry Cow,
48th St. Collective,
Jacques Brel,
The Zeros,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Minor Threat,
Monks,
The Associates,
Gastr Del Sol,
Dual Sessions,
DJ Sneak,
The Leaves,
Blossom Toes,
Moby Grape,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Crime,
Angry Samoans,
Duran Duran,
Pylon,
Steve Hackett,
Mantronix,
Eddi Front,
Pantytec,
The Gap Band,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Black Bananas,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Mr. Review,
Suburban Knight,
Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart.
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.