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 Vanuatu and from New York.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Donald Fagen 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 Last Poets to the punk 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 the Bar-Kays. All the underground hits.
All Stockholm Monsters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Flag record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David McCallum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro 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 Kinks,
Rites of Spring,
Brick,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Crispian St. Peters,
Brass Construction,
Organ,
Rhythm & Sound,
Maleditus Sound,
Black Sheep,
Circle Jerks,
Yellowson,
Minny Pops,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bluetip,
The Standells,
Surgeon,
Kurtis Blow,
Maurizio,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Deepchord,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Brand Nubian,
Tomorrow,
Traffic Nightmare,
DJ Sneak,
The Cure,
K-Klass,
Charles Mingus,
Vainqueur,
Bush Tetras,
The Fugs,
Wire,
Barbara Tucker,
Urselle,
Sun Ra,
Gang of Four,
Minor Threat,
Blossom Toes,
The Zeros,
Hashim,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Kevin Saunderson,
Deadbeat,
The Happenings,
Absolute Body Control,
Patti Smith,
Lebanon Hanover,
Harmonia,
Section 25,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ohio Players,
The Associates,
the Soft Cell,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Anthony Braxton,
Reuben Wilson,
Bauhaus,
Alton Ellis,
Country Teasers,
The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department.
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.