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 Korea North and from Johannesburg.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Milan.
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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Fall. All the underground hits.
All MC5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every FM Einheit record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eli Mardock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispy Ambulance,
48th St. Collective,
Mission of Burma,
Cheater Slicks,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Smog,
Duran Duran,
David Bowie,
Negative Approach,
Scott Walker,
a-ha,
Bush Tetras,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Fat Boys,
The Neon Judgement,
The Moody Blues,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Five Americans,
Masters at Work,
LL Cool J,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Marshall Jefferson,
Warsaw,
10cc,
Pere Ubu,
Chris & Cosey,
Ossler,
Joe Finger,
Eric B and Rakim,
the Slits,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Grey Daturas,
Royal Trux,
Bauhaus,
The Happenings,
Roger Hodgson,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Maleditus Sound,
Zapp,
The Smiths,
Sarah Menescal,
The Blackbyrds,
Eve St. Jones,
Yaz,
Arthur Verocai,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Mojo Men,
The Beau Brummels,
Motorama,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Monks,
Eric Dolphy,
Pulsallama,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Rufus Thomas,
The Fuzztones,
Max Romeo,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ludus,
Ken Boothe,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord.
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.