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 Belarus and from Mumbai.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 808 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 Roxette to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Sight & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Siouxsie and the Banshees tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Underground Resistance 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cowsills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker,
The Seeds,
Lindisfarne,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Moby Grape,
Johnny Osbourne,
Altered Images,
Outsiders,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Pulsallama,
Aswad,
Sonny Sharrock,
World's Most,
Idris Muhammad,
Jeru the Damaja,
Dennis Brown,
the Germs,
Radiohead,
Nils Olav,
the Association,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Thee Headcoats,
Avey Tare,
Man Parrish,
The Last Poets,
Kevin Saunderson,
K-Klass,
Rufus Thomas,
The Searchers,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ultra Naté,
Mission of Burma,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Alphaville,
Nico,
The Happenings,
a-ha,
Severed Heads,
The Tremeloes,
Ronnie Foster,
Wasted Youth,
Kerri Chandler,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Aloha Tigers,
Inner City,
Chrome,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Move,
B.T. Express,
Malaria!,
Hasil Adkins,
Stockholm Monsters,
The J.B.'s,
Sparks,
Roxette,
In Retrospect,
Liliput,
The Mummies,
Sun Ra,
Jeff Lynne,
Josef K,
Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance.
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.