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 New Zealand and from Manila.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 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 48th St. Collective 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 Marvin Gaye. All the underground hits.
All Unwound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Japan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bizarre Inc.,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Gang Starr,
Fad Gadget,
Technova,
Nation of Ulysses,
Severed Heads,
Guru Guru,
The Pretty Things,
The Cure,
Zero Boys,
Joey Negro,
Rapeman,
Sixth Finger,
Rekid,
The Wake,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ken Boothe,
Amon Düül II,
Camouflage,
Crispy Ambulance,
X-Ray Spex,
The American Breed,
Hashim,
The Standells,
Monks,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Index,
Depeche Mode,
Neil Young,
Negative Approach,
Andrew Hill,
AZ,
Bob Dylan,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Visage,
New York Dolls,
Siglo XX,
Banda Bassotti,
Duran Duran,
Amazonics,
Groovy Waters,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Davy DMX,
E-Dancer,
Nirvana,
Scratch Acid,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Arab on Radar,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Graham Central Station,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Grass Roots,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Alphaville,
Tubeway Army,
Todd Rundgren,
Das Ding,
Wally Richardson,
Cameo,
The Moleskins,
Section 25, Section 25, Section 25, Section 25.
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.