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 Kyrgyzstan and from Houston.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 güiro 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 F. McDonald to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Unwound. All the underground hits.
All Wolf Eyes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alton Ellis 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terror Squad Feat. Camron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Lynne,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Gichy Dan,
Oblivians,
A Certain Ratio,
Vladislav Delay,
Dark Day,
The Motions,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Fatback Band,
The Gun Club,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Busters,
David McCallum,
Chrome,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Saccharine Trust,
the Bar-Kays,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Invisible,
The Count Five,
a-ha,
Glambeats Corp.,
Barry Ungar,
Quantec,
AZ,
Davy DMX,
Fugazi,
Lou Christie,
Fat Boys,
Marmalade,
Eli Mardock,
Infiniti,
Animal Collective,
Matthew Bourne,
Joyce Sims,
Mr. Review,
Max Romeo,
Radiohead,
Letta Mbulu,
Freddie Wadling,
The Toasters,
Boz Scaggs,
The Slits,
Heaven 17,
Cheater Slicks,
Suicide,
Rotary Connection,
DNA,
Grandmaster Flash,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Brothers Johnson,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Evens,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Audionom,
The Shadows of Knight,
Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs.
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.