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 Singapore and from Tokyo.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Durutti Column to the grunge 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 Marc Almond. All the underground hits.
All Swell Maps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Hood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Patti Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jawbox,
It's A Beautiful Day,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Barrington Levy,
Erasure,
Big Daddy Kane,
Nico,
Eli Mardock,
Simply Red,
The Misunderstood,
Kenny Larkin,
the Bar-Kays,
Reagan Youth,
Aloha Tigers,
The Gladiators,
U.S. Maple,
Boz Scaggs,
Lalo Schifrin,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Gun Club,
Piero Umiliani,
The Black Dice,
Sexual Harrassment,
Connie Case,
Sparks,
Gang Starr,
Susan Cadogan,
The Sonics,
Michelle Simonal,
Peter & Gordon,
Quando Quango,
Mission of Burma,
Roy Ayers,
Crash Course in Science,
Warren Ellis,
Albert Ayler,
The Golliwogs,
Derrick Morgan,
the Normal,
Joensuu 1685,
Metal Thangz,
James White and The Blacks,
The Detroit Cobras,
Suburban Knight,
The Offenders,
Radio Birdman,
Qualms,
Black Flag,
Gang Green,
Nas,
Danielle Patucci,
JFA,
Alison Limerick,
Mr. Review,
Bobby Byrd,
Scratch Acid,
Todd Rundgren,
UT,
Dead Boys,
Brand Nubian,
Swell Maps,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog.
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.