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 Jamaica 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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Donald Fagen 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 Lou Reed & John Cale to the rock 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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch. All the underground hits.
All Minnie Riperton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suicide record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gerry Rafferty record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 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 Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Eric Copeland,
OOIOO,
Ronnie Foster,
La Düsseldorf,
Wolf Eyes,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Josef K,
The Mojo Men,
Black Bananas,
Man Eating Sloth,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Pantytec,
The Fugs,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sex Pistols,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Andrew Hill,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Carl Craig,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Magma,
Oneida,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Erasure,
Guru Guru,
Deadbeat,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Standells,
Laurel Aitken,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Radiopuhelimet,
Judy Mowatt,
Fugazi,
Tom Boy,
Wings,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Neu!,
The Barracudas,
Theoretical Girls,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Deepchord,
Ten City,
World's Most,
Goldenarms,
Main Source,
Lindisfarne,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Matthew Bourne,
In Retrospect,
Y Pants,
Stiv Bators,
The Walker Brothers,
Intrusion,
The Knickerbockers,
Tim Buckley,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan.
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.