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 Japan and from Mumbai.
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 Lille and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 oboe 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 Laurel Aitken to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Unwound. All the underground hits.
All Television tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Jesus and Mary Chain 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Residents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blancmange,
Terry Callier,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Techniques,
F. McDonald,
Grey Daturas,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Roy Ayers,
The Young Rascals,
Adolescents,
The Five Americans,
Byron Stingily,
Swans,
The Evens,
Urselle,
Main Source,
Roxy Music,
Marc Almond,
The Flesh Eaters,
the Human League,
Sällskapet,
Alison Limerick,
James White and The Blacks,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
This Heat,
Zapp,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Pretty Things,
Marine Girls,
Gerry Rafferty,
Man Parrish,
The Zeros,
New Order,
Mandrill,
La Düsseldorf,
Subhumans,
Eve St. Jones,
The Trojans,
UT,
The Happenings,
Ornette Coleman,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Moss Icon,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Dark Day,
Freddie Wadling,
Los Fastidios,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sight & Sound,
Roxette,
Judy Mowatt,
Fat Boys,
Harmonia,
Minor Threat,
Radio Birdman,
Sugar Minott,
Marvin Gaye,
Lalo Schifrin,
Funkadelic,
Pylon,
The Fall, The Fall, The Fall, The Fall.
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.