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 Tunisia and from Glasgow.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Jeff Lynne to the dance 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 James Chance & The Contortions. All the underground hits.
All Rotary Connection tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sunsets and Hearts record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a R.M.O. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Remains,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Pantaleimon,
Duran Duran,
John Coltrane,
Crispian St. Peters,
Blossom Toes,
Marmalade,
Fela Kuti,
The New Christs,
Flash Fearless,
Massinfluence,
Goldenarms,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ten City,
Godley & Creme,
John Foxx,
Skarface,
Spandau Ballet,
Loose Ends,
Qualms,
Severed Heads,
Smog,
Hoover,
Donald Byrd,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Blake Baxter,
Sun City Girls,
The Gap Band,
Suburban Knight,
Sister Nancy,
Public Enemy,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Mr. Review,
Max Romeo,
Jandek,
The Buckinghams,
Unrelated Segments,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The United States of America,
The Knickerbockers,
Kaleidoscope,
Freddie Wadling,
The Move,
Pussy Galore,
Amon Düül,
Bluetip,
KRS-One,
Be Bop Deluxe,
EPMD,
Amazonics,
Derrick May,
Dark Day,
Scrapy,
Joyce Sims,
The Golliwogs,
Skriet,
The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones.
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.