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 Latvia and from Woodstock.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Houston.
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 mellotron 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 Flamin' Groovies to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Brass Construction. All the underground hits.
All Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerri Chandler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Offenders,
Ultimate Spinach,
Q65,
Dennis Brown,
Crash Course in Science,
The Stooges,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Victims,
Colin Newman,
Neil Young,
T. Rex,
Faust,
Bush Tetras,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sun City Girls,
Nils Olav,
Eden Ahbez,
Funky Four + One,
Howard Jones,
Donald Byrd,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Jacques Brel,
Fluxion,
Monolake,
Ultravox,
The Kinks,
Throbbing Gristle,
Crooked Eye,
Pylon,
Parry Music,
The Sound,
Brand Nubian,
Skarface,
Kool Moe Dee,
Underground Resistance,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Gerry Rafferty,
Trumans Water,
Massinfluence,
Jeff Mills,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Pole,
Peter & Gordon,
Barbara Tucker,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Tommy Roe,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
the Normal,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Modern Lovers,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Unwound,
Fad Gadget,
Donny Hathaway,
Silicon Teens,
Harmonia,
Amon Düül,
Hoover,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Second Layer,
The Techniques,
Cybotron,
Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader.
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.