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 United States and from Salvador.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 rhodes 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 B.T. Express to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 This Heat. All the underground hits.
All In Retrospect tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nation of Ulysses 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aloha Tigers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smoke,
The Seeds,
Pussy Galore,
Vladislav Delay,
Ralphi Rosario,
ABC,
The Invisible,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Blossom Toes,
Tommy Roe,
Rod Modell,
Bobby Byrd,
Pylon,
Stockholm Monsters,
AZ,
The United States of America,
Black Flag,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Siglo XX,
Darondo,
Infiniti,
Roxette,
Franke,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sonic Youth,
Easy Going,
Amazonics,
Drive Like Jehu,
Television Personalities,
Khruangbin,
Arab on Radar,
Surgeon,
DJ Sneak,
Royal Trux,
Judy Mowatt,
Letta Mbulu,
the Normal,
X-Ray Spex,
kango's stein massive,
Reagan Youth,
Tropical Tobacco,
Davy DMX,
Metal Thangz,
Maurizio,
The Beau Brummels,
Adolescents,
Maleditus Sound,
Jacob Miller,
Derrick Morgan,
Swell Maps,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Marine Girls,
Rekid,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
EPMD,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Niagra,
The Motions,
Al Stewart,
Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis.
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.