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 Norway and from Houston.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Ronnie Foster to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Sex Pistols. All the underground hits.
All H. Thieme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arcadia record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dennis Brown record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Rundgren,
Saccharine Trust,
Schoolly D,
Roy Ayers,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Evens,
The Offenders,
ABC,
The Dave Clark Five,
Marshall Jefferson,
One Last Wish,
Index,
Echospace,
David McCallum,
The Cowsills,
Sun City Girls,
Scratch Acid,
Von Mondo,
8 Eyed Spy,
Josef K,
Stereo Dub,
Tears for Fears,
Tommy Roe,
Erasure,
The Smoke,
Wolf Eyes,
Yaz,
Donny Hathaway,
Skaos,
Sonic Youth,
The J.B.'s,
Black Moon,
Second Layer,
Ponytail,
The Mummies,
Funkadelic,
The Slits,
Kas Product,
Q and Not U,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Graham Central Station,
10cc,
Pylon,
Urselle,
Danielle Patucci,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Trojans,
Morten Harket,
Avey Tare,
Shoche,
Basic Channel,
Aloha Tigers,
Gang Green,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Sound,
Television Personalities,
Babytalk,
Scientists,
Peter and Kerry,
Brass Construction,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five.
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.