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 Sudan and from Madrid.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Pretty Things to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Mantronix. All the underground hits.
All Oblivians tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Stooges record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Slits,
Roger Hodgson,
Juan Atkins,
Liliput,
The Velvet Underground,
The Birthday Party,
Lou Christie,
Barclay James Harvest,
Gerry Rafferty,
Loose Ends,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Nation of Ulysses,
Idris Muhammad,
Sugar Minott,
The Grass Roots,
Porter Ricks,
Crispian St. Peters,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Jacques Brel,
Moebius,
Tomorrow,
Mary Jane Girls,
Public Image Ltd.,
Darondo,
Model 500,
Q and Not U,
Banda Bassotti,
Adolescents,
Kool Moe Dee,
Pylon,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Echospace,
Jacob Miller,
Barry Ungar,
The Last Poets,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Howard Jones,
Scan 7,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Khruangbin,
Camouflage,
Nirvana,
Ludus,
Vainqueur,
Bobbi Humphrey,
R.M.O.,
Quando Quango,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Man Parrish,
In Retrospect,
James White and The Blacks,
Skaos,
JFA,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Boz Scaggs,
Shuggie Otis,
Scrapy,
The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids.
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.