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 Liechtenstein and from Philadelphia.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 Holger Czukay 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 Fifty Foot Hose to the jazz 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 Underground Resistance. All the underground hits.
All Terror Squad Feat. Camron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Smog record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter & Gordon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Image Ltd.,
Scientists,
The Black Dice,
The Blues Magoos,
The Flesh Eaters,
Boz Scaggs,
Quantec,
Grandmaster Flash,
the Human League,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Erasure,
Black Sheep,
Traffic Nightmare,
Brick,
Deepchord,
Drive Like Jehu,
Flipper,
Soul II Soul,
The Modern Lovers,
The Blackbyrds,
the Normal,
Nik Kershaw,
The Techniques,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Aaron Thompson,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lucky Dragons,
Vladislav Delay,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Joyce Sims,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
X-101,
The United States of America,
Prince Buster,
The Residents,
Johnny Clarke,
Rosa Yemen,
JFA,
Sun Ra,
Roy Ayers,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Yellowson,
Man Parrish,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ronan,
Gong,
Shuggie Otis,
Nils Olav,
Piero Umiliani,
Black Pus,
Warsaw,
David Axelrod,
Technova,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Doors,
K-Klass,
Sixth Finger,
Mad Mike,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
F. McDonald,
Charles Mingus,
The Barracudas,
Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding.
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.