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 Senegal and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the guitar 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 The Smiths to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Slits. All the underground hits.
All FM Einheit tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric B and Rakim 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faraquet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Pus,
Byron Stingily,
Nirvana,
Althea and Donna,
Zero Boys,
Nico,
The Doobie Brothers,
K-Klass,
Yellowson,
Radio Birdman,
Pagans,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bush Tetras,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Sonics,
Mission of Burma,
Television,
The Gap Band,
Deadbeat,
Sister Nancy,
One Last Wish,
The Selecter,
Bobby Womack,
the Swans,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Groovy Waters,
Aural Exciters,
Bobby Byrd,
The Victims,
A Certain Ratio,
Deepchord,
Ossler,
Gabor Szabo,
Jawbox,
Josef K,
Ralphi Rosario,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
JFA,
Tubeway Army,
Eurythmics,
The Leaves,
Todd Terry,
Piero Umiliani,
the Bar-Kays,
Con Funk Shun,
Sex Pistols,
The Knickerbockers,
Negative Approach,
Camberwell Now,
Swell Maps,
Magma,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Hot Snakes,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Soft Machine,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Wolf Eyes,
The Invisible,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s.
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.