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 Kenya and from Winnipeg.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Barracudas to the techno 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 Toni Rubio. All the underground hits.
All Grey Daturas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Swans 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Association record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Dennis Brown,
Bush Tetras,
Wasted Youth,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Agent Orange,
Isaac Hayes,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Grauzone,
Yellowson,
Rod Modell,
Tim Buckley,
Ronan,
Q and Not U,
Lakeside,
The Happenings,
Erasure,
Subhumans,
New York Dolls,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Dawn Penn,
Alison Limerick,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ludus,
Sällskapet,
Whodini,
The Birthday Party,
The Young Rascals,
Stetsasonic,
Parry Music,
Bauhaus,
Radiopuhelimet,
Kaleidoscope,
Niagra,
Scion,
Mission of Burma,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Slick Rick,
Kas Product,
Laurel Aitken,
The Fall,
Public Enemy,
Unwound,
The Monochrome Set,
The Evens,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Bizarre Inc.,
Blossom Toes,
Kurtis Blow,
Robert Hood,
Mad Mike,
Arthur Verocai,
Cal Tjader,
Minor Threat,
Bronski Beat,
Matthew Bourne,
the Bar-Kays,
Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders.
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.