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 Djibouti 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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Technova to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Fifty Foot Hose. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marine Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siglo XX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Flesh Eaters,
Funkadelic,
The Fugs,
Delon & Dalcan,
Barbara Tucker,
Black Flag,
The Blues Magoos,
Panda Bear,
Gang Green,
Mr. Review,
Bobby Sherman,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Girls At Our Best!,
Alton Ellis,
PIL,
The Fortunes,
UT,
Flash Fearless,
Au Pairs,
The Standells,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Fuzztones,
Morten Harket,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Move,
The Gap Band,
Soul Sonic Force,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The United States of America,
Aaron Thompson,
Icehouse,
Mo-Dettes,
kango's stein massive,
the Slits,
Donald Byrd,
Sonic Youth,
The Zeros,
Camouflage,
Henry Cow,
Sound Behaviour,
Loose Ends,
Duran Duran,
Ituana,
Swell Maps,
Kenny Larkin,
Metal Thangz,
The Moody Blues,
Man Eating Sloth,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Agent Orange,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Pharoah Sanders,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ken Boothe,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sandy B,
The Litter,
The Stooges,
New York Dolls,
Scan 7,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Remains, The Remains, The Remains, The Remains.
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.