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 Costa Rica and from Delhi.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Angels of Light to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Rhythim Is Rhythim. All the underground hits.
All Lee Hazlewood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Livin' Joy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mary Jane Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Model 500,
Crash Course in Science,
Sun Ra,
The Black Dice,
Deepchord,
a-ha,
Flipper,
the Sonics,
Angry Samoans,
The Durutti Column,
Alton Ellis,
10cc,
Hardrive,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Rufus Thomas,
Vainqueur,
Crooked Eye,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lee Hazlewood,
Eve St. Jones,
Monks,
Peter and Kerry,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Seeds,
Metal Thangz,
Dave Gahan,
Essential Logic,
Cal Tjader,
The Move,
Sight & Sound,
Bluetip,
Rhythm & Sound,
Scion,
Icehouse,
The Litter,
Intrusion,
Aswad,
A Certain Ratio,
Frankie Knuckles,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
D'Angelo,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Fugs,
The Music Machine,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sandy B,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
La Düsseldorf,
Don Cherry,
Fad Gadget,
Throbbing Gristle,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Eddi Front,
Magma,
Lindisfarne,
John Coltrane,
The Cure,
Fatback Band,
Shoche,
The Cramps,
Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters.
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.