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 San Marino and from Lyon.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 spring reverb 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 Names to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Roger Hodgson. All the underground hits.
All Don Cherry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mr. Review 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slave record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mary Jane Girls,
The Music Machine,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Tears for Fears,
Groovy Waters,
Au Pairs,
Radiopuhelimet,
Max Romeo,
Colin Newman,
Agent Orange,
Man Parrish,
Niagra,
Scratch Acid,
Crispian St. Peters,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
EPMD,
cv313,
Ituana,
Sun Ra,
Fela Kuti,
The Vogues,
Zapp,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Saints,
Flamin' Groovies,
Intrusion,
The Golliwogs,
Accadde A,
Flash Fearless,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sugar Minott,
DJ Sneak,
Von Mondo,
Nirvana,
Clear Light,
Gang of Four,
Minor Threat,
Trumans Water,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Buzzcocks,
Essential Logic,
Jesper Dahlback,
Iggy Pop,
Swans,
Pagans,
Ralphi Rosario,
U.S. Maple,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Cramps,
Fugazi,
David Axelrod,
Crash Course in Science,
T. Rex,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Crispy Ambulance,
Brand Nubian,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lakeside,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Nils Olav,
Royal Trux,
8 Eyed Spy,
R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O..
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.