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 Poland and from Calgary.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Donald Fagen 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 Swell Maps to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Gun Club. All the underground hits.
All Grey Daturas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stereo Dub 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sly & The Family Stone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Simply Red,
Angry Samoans,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
China Crisis,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
John Lydon,
Scrapy,
Thee Headcoats,
Slave,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Fear,
Altered Images,
Groovy Waters,
Eddi Front,
Sun Ra,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Jacob Miller,
Gang Green,
Pantytec,
The Red Krayola,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Spoonie Gee,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Little Man,
Nirvana,
The Fall,
Sixth Finger,
Kerri Chandler,
Radio Birdman,
Inner City,
Pagans,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The J.B.'s,
Black Moon,
Mo-Dettes,
Byron Stingily,
John Holt,
The United States of America,
the Human League,
Judy Mowatt,
Silicon Teens,
Patti Smith,
The Mummies,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Monochrome Set,
Ultimate Spinach,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Moleskins,
the Germs,
Blossom Toes,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Divine Comedy,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Carl Craig,
John Foxx,
Lee Hazlewood,
Marc Almond,
Mars,
Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys.
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.