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 Turkmenistan and from Edmonton.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Taipei.
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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Youth Brigade to the techno 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 The Cramps. All the underground hits.
All Ossler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fall record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reagan Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
AZ,
Jesper Dahlback,
Man Eating Sloth,
Pet Shop Boys,
Rotary Connection,
Eli Mardock,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
the Bar-Kays,
D'Angelo,
Patti Smith,
Harmonia,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Metal Thangz,
Black Pus,
Eurythmics,
Dorothy Ashby,
Laurel Aitken,
Lyres,
The Doors,
Crash Course in Science,
Mr. Review,
The Moleskins,
Bill Wells,
The Zeros,
Blossom Toes,
Dual Sessions,
The Alarm Clocks,
the Sonics,
Main Source,
Gregory Isaacs,
Harpers Bizarre,
Jerry Gold Smith,
X-Ray Spex,
Gang of Four,
Electric Light Orchestra,
EPMD,
The Sonics,
Minnie Riperton,
Sister Nancy,
8 Eyed Spy,
Cluster,
Kerri Chandler,
Sun Ra,
Panda Bear,
The Busters,
Crooked Eye,
Circle Jerks,
Echospace,
Easy Going,
Yazoo,
Cal Tjader,
Erasure,
Frankie Knuckles,
Can,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Gun Club,
Alison Limerick,
Ralphi Rosario,
48th St. Collective,
Stiv Bators,
The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps.
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.