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 Swaziland and from Edmonton.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 güiro 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 Altered Images to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 DeepChord presents Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Fluxion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Graham Central Station 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Whodini record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boz Scaggs,
Erasure,
the Human League,
The Slits,
The Modern Lovers,
Fugazi,
Grauzone,
Scott Walker,
The Young Rascals,
The Selecter,
Reuben Wilson,
Cheater Slicks,
Robert Hood,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Eden Ahbez,
Lucky Dragons,
Todd Terry,
Lindisfarne,
Rhythm & Sound,
These Immortal Souls,
The Pop Group,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bang On A Can,
The Fortunes,
Gichy Dan,
The Fall,
Pantaleimon,
Gong,
Al Stewart,
Rapeman,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Girls At Our Best!,
Matthew Halsall,
Flipper,
the Bar-Kays,
Skarface,
The Saints,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Aural Exciters,
Rites of Spring,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Nils Olav,
Barrington Levy,
Eli Mardock,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Music Machine,
Ituana,
The Fugs,
Oneida,
Aaron Thompson,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Youth Brigade,
Hardrive,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Brick,
Brand Nubian,
Buzzcocks,
The Index,
The Raincoats,
The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines.
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.