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 Vanuatu and from Lagos.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 harpsichord 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 The Residents to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Smog. All the underground hits.
All Kool Moe Dee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nik Kershaw record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bob Dylan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scientists,
Sexual Harrassment,
Fear,
Inner City,
Magma,
Loose Ends,
Lalann,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Scion,
Alice Coltrane,
Soul II Soul,
The Techniques,
Make Up,
Massinfluence,
The Fuzztones,
Ossler,
Metal Thangz,
Yazoo,
the Germs,
Boredoms,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Grauzone,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Flesh Eaters,
X-Ray Spex,
The Standells,
Livin' Joy,
Bobby Byrd,
Urselle,
Aural Exciters,
Susan Cadogan,
Aswad,
Symarip,
The Fall,
Oneida,
Oblivians,
Unwound,
H. Thieme,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Doobie Brothers,
the Association,
Y Pants,
Television Personalities,
Underground Resistance,
Yaz,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sound Behaviour,
Crispian St. Peters,
Delon & Dalcan,
Nirvana,
Monks,
the Normal,
Talk Talk,
Public Image Ltd.,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Quantec,
Kurtis Blow,
Toni Rubio,
Rufus Thomas,
DNA,
Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff.
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.