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 Palau and from Winnipeg.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Martian 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 Monolake. All the underground hits.
All Black Flag tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispian St. Peters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lakeside record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flamin' Groovies,
Agitation Free,
Roxy Music,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Parry Music,
New Order,
Scan 7,
Albert Ayler,
Deepchord,
The Walker Brothers,
Massinfluence,
Agent Orange,
Patti Smith,
The Doors,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
DJ Style,
The Divine Comedy,
T.S.O.L.,
Grey Daturas,
Aloha Tigers,
Glambeats Corp.,
John Lydon,
The Five Americans,
Fat Boys,
The Moleskins,
Lyres,
Delon & Dalcan,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Angels of Light,
Supertramp,
Kurtis Blow,
Jawbox,
ABC,
Easy Going,
Section 25,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Dawn Penn,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Blake Baxter,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Von Mondo,
Severed Heads,
Jeff Mills,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Spandau Ballet,
Boz Scaggs,
the Association,
The Flesh Eaters,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Camberwell Now,
The Skatalites,
Cecil Taylor,
Ponytail,
Man Parrish,
Joyce Sims,
James White and The Blacks,
Wings,
Rod Modell,
Zero Boys,
Colin Newman,
Prince Buster,
Minny Pops,
Deakin,
Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia.
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.