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 France and from Paris.
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 Toronto and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Peter and Kerry to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Dead Boys. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Certain Ratio 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shuggie Otis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Easy Going,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Jimmy McGriff,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
X-Ray Spex,
The Gap Band,
The Electric Prunes,
Glambeats Corp.,
Black Sheep,
Radiohead,
Theoretical Girls,
Dennis Brown,
Qualms,
Dark Day,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Gang of Four,
Echospace,
Severed Heads,
F. McDonald,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ken Boothe,
Archie Shepp,
Silicon Teens,
Dead Boys,
Glenn Branca,
Joyce Sims,
Negative Approach,
Boredoms,
Malaria!,
Joy Division,
Gerry Rafferty,
Black Flag,
Amazonics,
The Blackbyrds,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Gang Green,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sex Pistols,
The J.B.'s,
Tropical Tobacco,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Matthew Halsall,
Avey Tare,
Howard Jones,
Scientists,
Little Man,
June of 44,
Lucky Dragons,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Funkadelic,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bizarre Inc.,
Black Moon,
The Fall,
Pharoah Sanders,
Harpers Bizarre,
Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson.
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.