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 Kazakhstan and from Jakarta.
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 Stockholm and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Hashim to the disco 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 Scratch Acid. All the underground hits.
All Eyeless In Gaza 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 disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lakeside record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Trojans,
Quantec,
The Slits,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Idris Muhammad,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Wake,
The Smiths,
Eli Mardock,
The Flesh Eaters,
Moss Icon,
a-ha,
Godley & Creme,
Funky Four + One,
D'Angelo,
John Lydon,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Tomorrow,
Blake Baxter,
Q and Not U,
Ice-T,
Shuggie Otis,
Ituana,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Fire Engines,
Das Ding,
The Slackers,
The Standells,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Pagans,
Malaria!,
the Swans,
Von Mondo,
Kurtis Blow,
Accadde A,
Khruangbin,
Siglo XX,
The Moody Blues,
Model 500,
Roy Ayers,
Nick Fraelich,
Jerry's Kids,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Maleditus Sound,
Charles Mingus,
The Kinks,
Adolescents,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
LL Cool J,
Warren Ellis,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Walker Brothers,
Kayak,
Grandmaster Flash,
Amazonics,
Scratch Acid,
Severed Heads,
Quadrant,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Human League,
Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt.
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.