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 Haiti and from Winnipeg.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Danielle Patucci to the dance 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 Thompson Twins. All the underground hits.
All Terror Squad Feat. Camron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joyce Sims 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 sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers Ubiquity record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Anakelly,
MDC,
Juan Atkins,
Buzzcocks,
EPMD,
Terry Callier,
Magazine,
Swans,
Robert Hood,
The Barracudas,
Lightning Bolt,
Liliput,
Josef K,
Johnny Clarke,
The New Christs,
Royal Trux,
Procol Harum,
Bootsy Collins,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Skatalites,
Slick Rick,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Selecter,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Sonics,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Jeff Mills,
The Birthday Party,
The Mummies,
Todd Terry,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Scratch Acid,
Monks,
Wings,
Masters at Work,
Skaos,
The Cure,
Infiniti,
This Heat,
John Foxx,
The Victims,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Oblivians,
Ludus,
DNA,
Donny Hathaway,
Das Ding,
Crash Course in Science,
Metal Thangz,
Smog,
Ponytail,
Q and Not U,
Jacques Brel,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Pop Group,
B.T. Express,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Eric Copeland,
The Golliwogs,
Hashim,
Echospace,
The Cramps,
the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell.
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.