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 Dominican Republic and from Hong Kong.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Janne Schatter to the disco 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 Traffic Nightmare. All the underground hits.
All Idris Muhammad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shoche record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Fania All-Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ponytail,
The Last Poets,
Organ,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Cymande,
Letta Mbulu,
Cluster,
Ronan,
Simply Red,
Marvin Gaye,
Youth Brigade,
New Age Steppers,
Sex Pistols,
Marmalade,
Kayak,
Sly & The Family Stone,
MC5,
Marc Almond,
The Saints,
Fela Kuti,
Amon Düül,
D'Angelo,
Inner City,
Tres Demented,
The Gladiators,
The Divine Comedy,
Glambeats Corp.,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Skatalites,
the Soft Cell,
OOIOO,
the Swans,
Nas,
Iggy Pop,
Marcia Griffiths,
John Foxx,
Dead Boys,
The Flesh Eaters,
Supertramp,
Bill Wells,
Erykah Badu,
Camouflage,
Freddie Wadling,
The Motions,
Fear,
Harmonia,
Zero Boys,
The Searchers,
Unrelated Segments,
The Shadows of Knight,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Pole,
The Monochrome Set,
Davy DMX,
Franke,
Nico,
The Standells,
Eddi Front,
Howard Jones,
Rotary Connection,
Metal Thangz,
Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma.
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.