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 Sri Lanka 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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Winnipeg.
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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Unwound to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Wake. All the underground hits.
All Franke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Adolescents 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The United States of America record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Saccharine Trust,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Martian,
James White and The Blacks,
The Moody Blues,
the Soft Cell,
Terry Callier,
Mantronix,
Desert Stars,
Derrick May,
Moss Icon,
Clear Light,
Ludus,
Surgeon,
The Litter,
Scan 7,
Marvin Gaye,
Malaria!,
The Angels of Light,
The Grass Roots,
Gang Starr,
Fatback Band,
Bauhaus,
Angry Samoans,
Roy Ayers,
The Gories,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Glambeats Corp.,
Outsiders,
Lightning Bolt,
Guru Guru,
Faust,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
the Normal,
Aswad,
Barclay James Harvest,
D'Angelo,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sound Behaviour,
The Dave Clark Five,
Thee Headcoats,
Albert Ayler,
Joey Negro,
Kerri Chandler,
Average White Band,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
E-Dancer,
Godley & Creme,
The Shadows of Knight,
Neil Young,
The New Christs,
Jimmy McGriff,
Jeff Mills,
Monks,
Slick Rick,
Erasure,
Ituana,
The Toasters,
Flamin' Groovies,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Eli Mardock,
The Associates, The Associates, The Associates, The Associates.
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.