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 Lebanon and from Beijing.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 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 Dawn Penn to the dance 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 Lou Christie. All the underground hits.
All Barbara Tucker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Evens record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a OOIOO 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?
The Smiths,
Prince Buster,
Fat Boys,
Kerri Chandler,
Freddie Wadling,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Slave,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Urselle,
John Foxx,
Magma,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Kurtis Blow,
The Searchers,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Reagan Youth,
The Blues Magoos,
Slick Rick,
June Days,
The Flesh Eaters,
Suburban Knight,
Sällskapet,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Iggy Pop,
Eurythmics,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Royal Trux,
The Saints,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Chris Corsano,
The Standells,
DJ Style,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Last Poets,
Mark Hollis,
Second Layer,
Lightning Bolt,
The Red Krayola,
Gang of Four,
R.M.O.,
Guru Guru,
The Blackbyrds,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Blossom Toes,
The Trojans,
Aloha Tigers,
Toni Rubio,
Lalo Schifrin,
Lebanon Hanover,
Tears for Fears,
The Names,
The Modern Lovers,
Marmalade,
Big Daddy Kane,
Au Pairs,
Warsaw,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap.
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.