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 Belize 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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Toronto.
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 marimba 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 Television to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Buzzcocks. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Panda Bear record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Lynne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Harmonia,
Bauhaus,
Ten City,
Kerri Chandler,
Mary Jane Girls,
Pantaleimon,
Kerrie Biddell,
Bill Near,
E-Dancer,
Supertramp,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Blossom Toes,
Radiohead,
Pagans,
Black Pus,
Y Pants,
Jacob Miller,
Marshall Jefferson,
Agent Orange,
Wings,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Joy Division,
X-102,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Clear Light,
Tomorrow,
Gichy Dan,
Cybotron,
Alphaville,
Harry Pussy,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Zero Boys,
Crash Course in Science,
Funky Four + One,
Rotary Connection,
Public Image Ltd.,
Judy Mowatt,
Blake Baxter,
Kevin Saunderson,
Tommy Roe,
Hot Snakes,
Robert Hood,
The Golliwogs,
China Crisis,
Soulsonic Force,
Little Man,
The Cowsills,
Stereo Dub,
PIL,
Brothers Johnson,
Crispy Ambulance,
Joensuu 1685,
The Names,
John Foxx,
Barclay James Harvest,
Quadrant,
Brand Nubian,
John Cale,
The Blackbyrds,
Model 500, Model 500, Model 500, Model 500.
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.