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 Papua New Guinea and from Sao Paulo.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 sitar 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 Oppenheimer Analysis to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Little Man. All the underground hits.
All Roxy Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fugazi 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siglo XX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABC,
Camberwell Now,
Cal Tjader,
Marshall Jefferson,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Toni Rubio,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lou Reed,
Camouflage,
Nik Kershaw,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Modern Lovers,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
K-Klass,
Judy Mowatt,
Unrelated Segments,
Frankie Knuckles,
Scientists,
Agitation Free,
The Happenings,
Banda Bassotti,
Basic Channel,
Erasure,
Connie Case,
Roy Ayers,
Man Eating Sloth,
Roxette,
Faraquet,
Theoretical Girls,
Gil Scott Heron,
Adolescents,
Tubeway Army,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Slackers,
Prince Buster,
Skriet,
The United States of America,
Wasted Youth,
Trumans Water,
Max Romeo,
Kevin Saunderson,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Robert Hood,
Rites of Spring,
David Bowie,
Kas Product,
Flamin' Groovies,
Nas,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Dual Sessions,
Nation of Ulysses,
Skaos,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Names,
Soulsonic Force,
Unwound,
Alphaville,
The Saints,
Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay.
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.