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 Cyprus and from London.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 sitar 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 Max Romeo to the punk 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 The Residents. All the underground hits.
All Bluetip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Das Ding record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Con Funk Shun record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Morten Harket,
Hasil Adkins,
R.M.O.,
Das Ding,
Underground Resistance,
The Litter,
Supertramp,
Quantec,
Bobby Womack,
Stereo Dub,
The Motions,
Wasted Youth,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sister Nancy,
The J.B.'s,
Malaria!,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Eli Mardock,
Amon Düül,
Avey Tare,
Skarface,
Liliput,
Harpers Bizarre,
Godley & Creme,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lee Hazlewood,
Soft Cell,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Outsiders,
Tom Boy,
Black Flag,
Mandrill,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Public Enemy,
Dennis Brown,
Grandmaster Flash,
Rosa Yemen,
Sugar Minott,
The Gories,
Siglo XX,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Busters,
Delta 5,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
FM Einheit,
Funkadelic,
Sex Pistols,
Marshall Jefferson,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Electric Prunes,
Gang Starr,
The Leaves,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Warren Ellis,
The Monks,
Carl Craig,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Technova,
Eden Ahbez,
Nick Fraelich,
Radiohead,
8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy.
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.