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 El Salvador and from Milan.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 oboe 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 Tres Demented to the electroclash 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 Nation of Ulysses. All the underground hits.
All PIL tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Girls At Our Best! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 rhodes and a chamberlin 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 sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monks,
Rhythm & Sound,
Saccharine Trust,
E-Dancer,
Funkadelic,
a-ha,
The Five Americans,
Audionom,
Unwound,
Adolescents,
Hardrive,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
New York Dolls,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Arthur Verocai,
Public Image Ltd.,
Goldenarms,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
K-Klass,
D'Angelo,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Count Five,
Negative Approach,
Monolake,
The Trojans,
The New Christs,
Johnny Clarke,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Stereo Dub,
Dead Boys,
The Stooges,
The Sound,
Pet Shop Boys,
Camouflage,
Dual Sessions,
Y Pants,
Skarface,
Ronnie Foster,
Monks,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Basic Channel,
Zero Boys,
Ponytail,
Icehouse,
Juan Atkins,
Black Moon,
Supertramp,
Sam Rivers,
Radiopuhelimet,
Mars,
Skriet,
Terry Callier,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Dennis Brown,
Tres Demented,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Wally Richardson,
Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes.
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.