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 Switzerland and from Philadelphia.
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 Bologna and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 arpeggiator 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 The Men They Couldn't Hang to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All June of 44 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joyce Sims 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Silicon Teens record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Toni Rubio,
Arthur Verocai,
Eve St. Jones,
E-Dancer,
Derrick May,
Scott Walker,
Patti Smith,
The Misunderstood,
Black Bananas,
Sugar Minott,
The Music Machine,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Janne Schatter,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Black Sheep,
Joyce Sims,
Juan Atkins,
K-Klass,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Quando Quango,
Surgeon,
The New Christs,
The Durutti Column,
Eric Copeland,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Sonics,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
H. Thieme,
Quantec,
John Coltrane,
The Doobie Brothers,
Camberwell Now,
The Black Dice,
Essential Logic,
OOIOO,
Altered Images,
Sonny Sharrock,
Brothers Johnson,
Mantronix,
Glenn Branca,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Malaria!,
Los Fastidios,
Rapeman,
Infiniti,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Procol Harum,
Shuggie Otis,
Ossler,
Lucky Dragons,
Jimmy McGriff,
Spoonie Gee,
Sight & Sound,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Joensuu 1685,
Swell Maps,
The Beau Brummels,
the Sonics,
Mark Hollis,
Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz.
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.