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 Malaysia and from Manchester.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience to the punk 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 Max Romeo. All the underground hits.
All Oblivians tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Don Cherry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Silicon Teens record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alphaville,
AZ,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
the Fania All-Stars,
K-Klass,
Lindisfarne,
Suburban Knight,
Vainqueur,
Electric Light Orchestra,
PIL,
Parry Music,
The Saints,
Scientists,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Monks,
Gichy Dan,
Panda Bear,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Seeds,
Niagra,
Darondo,
Mandrill,
Ice-T,
Youth Brigade,
Slick Rick,
Gang Starr,
The Dirtbombs,
Throbbing Gristle,
Brothers Johnson,
Interpol,
Smog,
The J.B.'s,
John Foxx,
Public Enemy,
Scrapy,
Barbara Tucker,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Victims,
Yazoo,
Nirvana,
Soft Machine,
Bill Near,
Avey Tare,
F. McDonald,
Franke,
Little Man,
Soul Sonic Force,
Pierre Henry,
Agitation Free,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Techniques,
Robert Wyatt,
The Tremeloes,
Aaron Thompson,
Popol Vuh,
Agent Orange,
Rod Modell,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Nation of Ulysses,
Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus.
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.