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 South Africa and from Accra.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Marmalade to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu. All the underground hits.
All Black Pus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bill Wells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Sheep,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The J.B.'s,
DJ Style,
Minor Threat,
Susan Cadogan,
Marine Girls,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Skatalites,
Jawbox,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Wolf Eyes,
MC5,
New Age Steppers,
Fatback Band,
Erykah Badu,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Camouflage,
Big Daddy Kane,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Shadows of Knight,
Derrick May,
Pharoah Sanders,
Laurel Aitken,
The Index,
This Heat,
Grauzone,
Kool Moe Dee,
Interpol,
New Order,
The Evens,
Fugazi,
The United States of America,
Dead Boys,
Slick Rick,
Brass Construction,
Ituana,
Reuben Wilson,
Simply Red,
Moss Icon,
Juan Atkins,
Toni Rubio,
Blossom Toes,
Blancmange,
Gang of Four,
Television,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Negative Approach,
Cecil Taylor,
Sun City Girls,
The Monochrome Set,
Marc Almond,
Flash Fearless,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Heaven 17,
Rosa Yemen,
Peter and Kerry,
Blake Baxter,
Janne Schatter,
Joy Division,
Deakin,
R.M.O.,
In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect.
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.