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 United Kingdom 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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 theremin 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 Robert Görl to the electroclash 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 Index. All the underground hits.
All Slick Rick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Holt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Letta Mbulu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Rhythm & Sound,
Robert Hood,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sällskapet,
Erasure,
Jerry's Kids,
Harpers Bizarre,
Theoretical Girls,
48th St. Collective,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Sound,
Rakim,
Ice-T,
Surgeon,
Public Enemy,
Japan,
Harry Pussy,
John Foxx,
the Sonics,
Pere Ubu,
Gang Starr,
Deakin,
Clear Light,
KRS-One,
Bobby Womack,
Andrew Hill,
Supertramp,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ponytail,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The American Breed,
Lalo Schifrin,
Popol Vuh,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Residents,
Terry Callier,
Hashim,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Johnny Osbourne,
Junior Murvin,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Vladislav Delay,
London Community Gospel Choir,
FM Einheit,
Bob Dylan,
Alphaville,
10cc,
X-101,
Wasted Youth,
Fluxion,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Cymande,
The Tremeloes,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Dual Sessions,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Raincoats,
John Holt,
Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now.
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.