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 Uzbekistan and from Manila.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Bologna.
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 marimba 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 Ultimate Spinach to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Throbbing Gristle. All the underground hits.
All Easy Going tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-Ray Spex record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s 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 Lou Reed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Desert Stars,
Make Up,
Thee Headcoats,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Aural Exciters,
Scion,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Remains,
The United States of America,
The Slackers,
John Foxx,
Nik Kershaw,
Nirvana,
Neil Young,
Quadrant,
Parry Music,
Jimmy McGriff,
Alphaville,
Thompson Twins,
The Stooges,
Iggy Pop,
Throbbing Gristle,
Arab on Radar,
Fugazi,
Spandau Ballet,
Joyce Sims,
Boogie Down Productions,
Hardrive,
cv313,
New Age Steppers,
Saccharine Trust,
Smog,
Qualms,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Radiopuhelimet,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Leonard Cohen,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lightning Bolt,
Television,
Lou Christie,
Mars,
The Names,
Boredoms,
Shuggie Otis,
Swell Maps,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Eden Ahbez,
Icehouse,
Flipper,
Clear Light,
Black Flag,
The J.B.'s,
The Cure,
Wally Richardson,
Country Teasers,
Y Pants,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Spoonie Gee,
Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band.
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.