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 Laos and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 H. Thieme to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Ohio Players. All the underground hits.
All Morten Harket tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Saints record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Subhumans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
K-Klass,
Sugar Minott,
Pantytec,
The Happenings,
Brothers Johnson,
Patti Smith,
Gong,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Whodini,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Cymande,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Count Five,
Can,
Symarip,
The New Christs,
The Buckinghams,
The Mojo Men,
Youth Brigade,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Throbbing Gristle,
Zapp,
PIL,
Iggy Pop,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Jerry's Kids,
The Tremeloes,
Bronski Beat,
Terrestrial Tones,
Icehouse,
Quando Quango,
Barrington Levy,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Moss Icon,
OOIOO,
Lee Hazlewood,
R.M.O.,
One Last Wish,
Shoche,
Y Pants,
Sun Ra,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Half Japanese,
Young Marble Giants,
the Germs,
Grey Daturas,
Silicon Teens,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Adolescents,
Scion,
Wally Richardson,
The Doobie Brothers,
DJ Sneak,
Bobby Sherman,
The Sonics,
Lightning Bolt,
Ronan,
Unrelated Segments,
Danielle Patucci,
Scan 7,
Derrick May,
Dennis Brown,
Joyce Sims,
Girls At Our Best!,
the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics.
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.