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 Denmark and from Stockholm.
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 Winnipeg and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Suicide to the crunk 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 Accadde A. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DNA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donald Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Roxette,
Mantronix,
Scion,
Alice Coltrane,
June of 44,
The Flesh Eaters,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Model 500,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Mark Hollis,
F. McDonald,
Popol Vuh,
The Count Five,
Letta Mbulu,
The Monochrome Set,
Soft Machine,
MC5,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Joy Division,
Crooked Eye,
Roy Ayers,
Gang Green,
Prince Buster,
Lakeside,
Marvin Gaye,
Aaron Thompson,
Ralphi Rosario,
Unrelated Segments,
Vladislav Delay,
Dawn Penn,
The Gap Band,
The Names,
Heaven 17,
Absolute Body Control,
Hoover,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Royal Trux,
Rotary Connection,
Youth Brigade,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
DJ Style,
The Wake,
The Gories,
cv313,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sam Rivers,
Urselle,
Masters at Work,
Sun Ra,
David Bowie,
Sexual Harrassment,
Joensuu 1685,
Gang Starr,
Black Sheep,
8 Eyed Spy,
Quando Quango,
The Associates,
Peter & Gordon,
Crime,
Ronnie Foster,
Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi.
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.