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 Bahrain and from Manchester.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 harpsichord 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 the Sonics to the rock 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 Vladislav Delay. All the underground hits.
All Black Flag tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Black Dice record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a KRS-One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
UT,
Stetsasonic,
Monks,
The Doobie Brothers,
Drive Like Jehu,
Flamin' Groovies,
Franke,
Erykah Badu,
The Saints,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Malaria!,
Average White Band,
Dawn Penn,
Crooked Eye,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Desert Stars,
Erasure,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Joe Finger,
Dennis Brown,
In Retrospect,
Josef K,
Grey Daturas,
Mr. Review,
Faust,
Sugar Minott,
Ornette Coleman,
Joe Smooth,
Kool Moe Dee,
Freddie Wadling,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Dark Day,
Frankie Knuckles,
the Sonics,
Bobby Byrd,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Gong,
Delon & Dalcan,
Groovy Waters,
Fluxion,
Ultimate Spinach,
Agitation Free,
E-Dancer,
Brand Nubian,
This Heat,
Delta 5,
Peter and Kerry,
Supertramp,
Toni Rubio,
Sight & Sound,
The Young Rascals,
Quantec,
Hashim,
Anthony Braxton,
The Cowsills,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Magazine,
Jerry's Kids,
Crime,
Shoche,
Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti.
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.