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 Lithuania and from Spokane.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Althea and Donna. All the underground hits.
All Adolescents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lower 48 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pop Group record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drive Like Jehu,
Jimmy McGriff,
Blancmange,
Soulsonic Force,
Soul II Soul,
Laurel Aitken,
The Cure,
Ossler,
Saccharine Trust,
Aswad,
The Knickerbockers,
Soft Cell,
Dave Gahan,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Leonard Cohen,
The Selecter,
The Victims,
The American Breed,
JFA,
The Names,
Bobby Sherman,
Traffic Nightmare,
Youth Brigade,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Evens,
World's Most,
Vainqueur,
The Mummies,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Tres Demented,
Black Sheep,
Rod Modell,
Gang Starr,
Swell Maps,
Sound Behaviour,
Funkadelic,
Roxy Music,
Harry Pussy,
cv313,
Absolute Body Control,
T. Rex,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Jandek,
Camouflage,
Fat Boys,
Pantytec,
Liliput,
The Stooges,
Stockholm Monsters,
Eddi Front,
Blossom Toes,
Suburban Knight,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Technova,
The Searchers,
Kurtis Blow,
Minny Pops,
Erasure,
Vladislav Delay,
Max Romeo,
Q65,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
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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.