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 Croatia and from London.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks 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 Loose Ends. All the underground hits.
All The Slackers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Kinks 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 '90s.
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 Motorama record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
CMW,
Angry Samoans,
Dawn Penn,
Sex Pistols,
The Zeros,
The Happenings,
PIL,
Lindisfarne,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Toasters,
Harry Pussy,
The Slackers,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Black Sheep,
The Seeds,
Chrome,
The Litter,
Thompson Twins,
The Gladiators,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Saccharine Trust,
Suicide,
Pole,
a-ha,
Bizarre Inc.,
Underground Resistance,
The Monochrome Set,
Wolf Eyes,
Nico,
Surgeon,
Gichy Dan,
Nils Olav,
kango's stein massive,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Bang On A Can,
Vladislav Delay,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Lou Reed,
The Walker Brothers,
The Moody Blues,
Pharoah Sanders,
Barrington Levy,
X-Ray Spex,
Brothers Johnson,
Boogie Down Productions,
FM Einheit,
Scion,
Sexual Harrassment,
Boz Scaggs,
The United States of America,
Stetsasonic,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Moleskins,
Ornette Coleman,
K-Klass,
The Black Dice,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Pulsallama,
The Invisible,
EPMD,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Pretty Things,
Second Layer,
Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim.
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.