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 Papua New Guinea and from Bremen.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 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 Panda Bear to the electroclash 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 The Doors. All the underground hits.
All Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lizzy Mercier Descloux record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roger Hodgson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pole,
Audionom,
Nick Fraelich,
Minny Pops,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Marshall Jefferson,
John Coltrane,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lyres,
Brick,
Flash Fearless,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Letta Mbulu,
Roger Hodgson,
CMW,
David Axelrod,
Erasure,
Jesper Dahlback,
Eurythmics,
Popol Vuh,
Rekid,
Cluster,
Barbara Tucker,
Camberwell Now,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ken Boothe,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Von Mondo,
Underground Resistance,
Neu!,
Barrington Levy,
Country Joe & The Fish,
A Certain Ratio,
The Victims,
Derrick May,
Scientists,
Dawn Penn,
The Star Department,
Dead Boys,
Model 500,
David Bowie,
Oneida,
L. Decosne,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
the Soft Cell,
Mars,
Robert Hood,
The Beau Brummels,
The Blues Magoos,
Radio Birdman,
Josef K,
Steve Hackett,
The Kinks,
Crash Course in Science,
Chrome,
Drive Like Jehu,
UT,
Porter Ricks,
PIL,
Camouflage,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots.
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.