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 Mali and from Johannesburg.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Arcadia to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Stereo Dub. All the underground hits.
All Flamin' Groovies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Richard Hell and the Voidoids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Toasters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tubeway Army,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Joe Smooth,
FM Einheit,
Eli Mardock,
John Holt,
Nils Olav,
Kaleidoscope,
Pere Ubu,
Organ,
Stiv Bators,
Masters at Work,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bootsy Collins,
Scion,
Moss Icon,
ABC,
the Swans,
New York Dolls,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Boz Scaggs,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Iggy Pop,
Bizarre Inc.,
Livin' Joy,
Ronnie Foster,
Groovy Waters,
The Seeds,
Roy Ayers,
Hasil Adkins,
Blancmange,
Sun City Girls,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Slave,
David McCallum,
The Pop Group,
U.S. Maple,
the Fania All-Stars,
Gang Starr,
Lee Hazlewood,
China Crisis,
Severed Heads,
Slick Rick,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Barrington Levy,
T. Rex,
Thee Headcoats,
The Fire Engines,
Cybotron,
JFA,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Trumans Water,
Ultravox,
Lalo Schifrin,
Average White Band,
Ponytail,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Zero Boys,
Depeche Mode,
The Young Rascals,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Drexciya,
Curtis Mayfield,
Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills.
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.