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 Tunisia and from Tokyo.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 arpeggiator 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 Minny Pops to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Minnie Riperton. All the underground hits.
All Gang Gang Dance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DNA 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jawbox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sugar Minott,
Rhythm & Sound,
Fluxion,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Crime,
Junior Murvin,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
U.S. Maple,
Mad Mike,
Can,
Cheater Slicks,
Tomorrow,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Amon Düül,
Essential Logic,
The Smiths,
The Cramps,
Ultravox,
Oblivians,
Moss Icon,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ultra Naté,
Juan Atkins,
Kevin Saunderson,
Vladislav Delay,
Interpol,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Sound,
Eurythmics,
Flipper,
The Monks,
10cc,
Ten City,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Q and Not U,
The Monochrome Set,
Blossom Toes,
Crispian St. Peters,
Scan 7,
Altered Images,
Silicon Teens,
EPMD,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Public Enemy,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Yaz,
The Litter,
JFA,
Black Pus,
D'Angelo,
Anthony Braxton,
Slave,
Faraquet,
Y Pants,
Alice Coltrane,
Soft Cell,
Masters at Work,
The Buckinghams,
Half Japanese,
Tim Buckley,
Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe.
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.