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 Greece and from Sao Paulo.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Tehran.
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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Negative Approach to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Eden Ahbez. All the underground hits.
All Japan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Invisible record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlback record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alphaville,
John Cale,
Don Cherry,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ralphi Rosario,
Audionom,
Nas,
The New Christs,
New York Dolls,
Anakelly,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Mummies,
Amon Düül,
The Moleskins,
Rapeman,
Oneida,
Scientists,
Warsaw,
Todd Terry,
Organ,
Albert Ayler,
Pet Shop Boys,
Henry Cow,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
FM Einheit,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Man Parrish,
Quantec,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Cramps,
The Smoke,
The Birthday Party,
Reuben Wilson,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Tremeloes,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Rakim,
Yellowson,
These Immortal Souls,
Agitation Free,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Barrington Levy,
Moby Grape,
The Fuzztones,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Japan,
Sun Ra,
The Angels of Light,
Circle Jerks,
Theoretical Girls,
Barry Ungar,
Average White Band,
Girls At Our Best!,
Wally Richardson,
Saccharine Trust,
Dave Gahan,
Bang On A Can,
Charles Mingus,
Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan.
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.