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 Samoa and from Bremen.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 crunk 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 Zapp. All the underground hits.
All MC5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter and Kerry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eurythmics,
The Walker Brothers,
AZ,
Ten City,
Rakim,
Reuben Wilson,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Albert Ayler,
Sarah Menescal,
Brass Construction,
The Human League,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lower 48,
The J.B.'s,
Ralphi Rosario,
Stereo Dub,
X-Ray Spex,
Amon Düül,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Saints,
Funkadelic,
Lou Reed,
Jandek,
Rotary Connection,
The Electric Prunes,
Howard Jones,
The Gun Club,
The New Christs,
Juan Atkins,
Frankie Knuckles,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Royal Trux,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Eli Mardock,
Index,
Bobby Womack,
Graham Central Station,
Soul Sonic Force,
Jawbox,
Chris Corsano,
Mad Mike,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Wally Richardson,
Boogie Down Productions,
John Coltrane,
Audionom,
Barbara Tucker,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
FM Einheit,
Ponytail,
Don Cherry,
T.S.O.L.,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Alarm Clocks,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
June Days,
The Pretty Things,
EPMD,
Niagra,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Hasil Adkins,
Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith.
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.