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 South Sudan and from Manchester.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Amon Düül II to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Mojo Men. All the underground hits.
All Patti Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Animal Collective record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun City Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rakim,
Trumans Water,
Lightning Bolt,
Bill Wells,
Neil Young,
Black Pus,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Fuzztones,
The Motions,
The Misunderstood,
Pussy Galore,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Deadbeat,
Das Ding,
the Soft Cell,
Nico,
The Cure,
Toni Rubio,
Joey Negro,
Sixth Finger,
The Standells,
Lou Reed,
Cecil Taylor,
June Days,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Tommy Roe,
The American Breed,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Derrick May,
The Seeds,
Underground Resistance,
John Cale,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Thee Headcoats,
Janne Schatter,
Sam Rivers,
Eden Ahbez,
Slick Rick,
Index,
Donny Hathaway,
Wally Richardson,
Supertramp,
Scientists,
Archie Shepp,
Traffic Nightmare,
Crooked Eye,
Scrapy,
Barclay James Harvest,
Gregory Isaacs,
FM Einheit,
Mo-Dettes,
Scratch Acid,
DNA,
Half Japanese,
X-102,
The Durutti Column,
Bush Tetras,
Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens.
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.