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 Kazakhstan and from Bremen.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Glambeats Corp. to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Gang Starr tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oblivians record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alphaville record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
China Crisis,
Marcia Griffiths,
Eurythmics,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Steve Hackett,
Blake Baxter,
Pussy Galore,
The Music Machine,
Letta Mbulu,
Eddi Front,
Bronski Beat,
KRS-One,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Zeros,
Roxette,
The Martian,
Deadbeat,
Rod Modell,
Gang Gang Dance,
Boz Scaggs,
Sister Nancy,
The Beau Brummels,
Interpol,
Minny Pops,
Black Bananas,
Electric Prunes,
Nirvana,
David Bowie,
Mad Mike,
Maleditus Sound,
The Trojans,
Graham Central Station,
Maurizio,
Lower 48,
The Evens,
Lakeside,
Country Teasers,
The Raincoats,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Index,
Fela Kuti,
The Alarm Clocks,
Funky Four + One,
The Dirtbombs,
Cameo,
The Kinks,
Crime,
The Grass Roots,
Average White Band,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Reagan Youth,
Vainqueur,
Barclay James Harvest,
Radiopuhelimet,
Chris & Cosey,
Absolute Body Control,
Prince Buster,
Byron Stingily,
Aaron Thompson,
Minutemen,
Los Fastidios,
Eric Copeland,
Roxy Music,
The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics.
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.