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 Afghanistan and from London.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 linndrum 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 China Crisis to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Mark Hollis. All the underground hits.
All Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jandek record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Count Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The American Breed,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
These Immortal Souls,
Amon Düül II,
The Evens,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Erasure,
Robert Wyatt,
Sparks,
The Fugs,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Kerri Chandler,
David Bowie,
Leonard Cohen,
The Selecter,
The Dead C,
Lower 48,
Trumans Water,
Jesper Dahlback,
Pulsallama,
The Saints,
Danielle Patucci,
Gong,
Ronan,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Minor Threat,
Fatback Band,
Harry Pussy,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Joey Negro,
Quadrant,
Crime,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Fuzztones,
Scion,
Alice Coltrane,
Matthew Bourne,
Ralphi Rosario,
Letta Mbulu,
Wings,
Drexciya,
Kerrie Biddell,
Alphaville,
Barclay James Harvest,
Skriet,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Black Dice,
The Techniques,
Yellowson,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Jeff Mills,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Litter,
Procol Harum,
PIL,
Technova,
The Flesh Eaters,
10cc,
The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men.
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.