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 Argentina and from Cairo.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Lou Reed & John Cale 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 Chris & Cosey. All the underground hits.
All Ken Boothe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlback record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Traffic Nightmare,
Eric Dolphy,
Hoover,
Swell Maps,
Angry Samoans,
Ohio Players,
Tears for Fears,
Pere Ubu,
Bobby Womack,
Agent Orange,
Das Ding,
Infiniti,
Amon Düül,
Roxy Music,
Eurythmics,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Chrome,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Q65,
Todd Rundgren,
Silicon Teens,
Harry Pussy,
Excepter,
Kas Product,
The Mojo Men,
Robert Wyatt,
In Retrospect,
Severed Heads,
Nas,
Agitation Free,
The Divine Comedy,
Panda Bear,
The Music Machine,
Amazonics,
Aloha Tigers,
The Index,
The Red Krayola,
Derrick Morgan,
Girls At Our Best!,
Black Pus,
The Beau Brummels,
Reagan Youth,
Glenn Branca,
Shoche,
Boredoms,
Ludus,
Jimmy McGriff,
Whodini,
Fatback Band,
Mr. Review,
DJ Style,
Lee Hazlewood,
This Heat,
Roxette,
Brothers Johnson,
Ornette Coleman,
Organ,
Marvin Gaye,
Quantec,
JFA, JFA, JFA, JFA.
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.