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 Dominica and from Seoul.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 David Bowie 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 Dave Clark Five to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Underground Resistance. All the underground hits.
All The Leaves tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Techniques record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Icehouse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Parry Music,
Oneida,
cv313,
Roger Hodgson,
Marc Almond,
Reagan Youth,
Grey Daturas,
Gastr Del Sol,
X-Ray Spex,
Pagans,
Derrick Morgan,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
John Lydon,
Amon Düül II,
Little Man,
Joey Negro,
Goldenarms,
Harmonia,
New York Dolls,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Mantronix,
Smog,
Minnie Riperton,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Outsiders,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lee Hazlewood,
Derrick May,
Pantaleimon,
Frankie Knuckles,
Groovy Waters,
Pierre Henry,
The Smiths,
Altered Images,
Los Fastidios,
Cameo,
Q65,
H. Thieme,
The Gun Club,
The Techniques,
Guru Guru,
Pharoah Sanders,
Inner City,
Erasure,
Hoover,
Unrelated Segments,
Rotary Connection,
Porter Ricks,
David McCallum,
The Selecter,
The Index,
Bang On A Can,
Aaron Thompson,
Gerry Rafferty,
This Heat,
Letta Mbulu,
Audionom,
Nas,
Dorothy Ashby,
Eric B and Rakim,
These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls.
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.