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 United Kingdom 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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Iggy Pop to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Q and Not U. All the underground hits.
All The Offenders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Interpol 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Toasters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Copeland,
Crooked Eye,
Donald Byrd,
Bill Wells,
The Names,
Prince Buster,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Funkadelic,
John Holt,
The Remains,
The Walker Brothers,
Barry Ungar,
Glambeats Corp.,
the Sonics,
The Black Dice,
Nils Olav,
the Human League,
The Offenders,
Aural Exciters,
Desert Stars,
48th St. Collective,
Joe Finger,
Scott Walker,
Scratch Acid,
John Coltrane,
The Slackers,
Surgeon,
Bluetip,
Anthony Braxton,
Ronnie Foster,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Inner City,
Fear,
The Litter,
Pantytec,
PIL,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Soft Machine,
Bobby Womack,
The Zeros,
Shoche,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Moody Blues,
Althea and Donna,
Rod Modell,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Talk Talk,
Blossom Toes,
Max Romeo,
Wasted Youth,
Sarah Menescal,
Delon & Dalcan,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Kool Moe Dee,
Michelle Simonal,
Section 25,
Echospace,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Television,
Easy Going,
Matthew Halsall,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Alison Limerick,
Peter & Gordon,
Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone.
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.