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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Lyon.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks to the rock 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 Japan. All the underground hits.
All Soul II Soul tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Symarip record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Organ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Banda Bassotti,
the Association,
Godley & Creme,
Nils Olav,
Minor Threat,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Frankie Knuckles,
Quando Quango,
Charles Mingus,
Danielle Patucci,
The Dirtbombs,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
David Bowie,
Circle Jerks,
The Fortunes,
Panda Bear,
Crooked Eye,
Derrick May,
Bang On A Can,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Cure,
MC5,
The Pop Group,
Morten Harket,
Ornette Coleman,
Jawbox,
Magma,
K-Klass,
Talk Talk,
The Knickerbockers,
The Flesh Eaters,
Audionom,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ituana,
John Foxx,
Technova,
Porter Ricks,
Angry Samoans,
Rekid,
Fela Kuti,
The Last Poets,
Visage,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Pantytec,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Adolescents,
Newcleus,
the Human League,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Wolf Eyes,
Mandrill,
Peter and Kerry,
Barclay James Harvest,
ABBA,
Y Pants,
Lakeside,
T.S.O.L.,
Blancmange,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron.
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.