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 Tajikistan 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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 guitar 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 Ultravox to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Lalo Schifrin. All the underground hits.
All Television Personalities tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Sneak record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonny Sharrock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
ABC,
The Velvet Underground,
Essential Logic,
Saccharine Trust,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Nas,
Faraquet,
Ice-T,
Gichy Dan,
Spoonie Gee,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Gladiators,
Ossler,
Funkadelic,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Pulsallama,
The Real Kids,
Sonic Youth,
JFA,
Procol Harum,
Pere Ubu,
Black Moon,
The Stooges,
The Trojans,
Chrome,
Charles Mingus,
the Germs,
A Certain Ratio,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Fortunes,
Todd Rundgren,
Thee Headcoats,
Brick,
Nico,
Inner City,
Minor Threat,
Yusef Lateef,
The Flesh Eaters,
Qualms,
Underground Resistance,
Glenn Branca,
Aloha Tigers,
Youth Brigade,
Metal Thangz,
Moebius,
Slave,
These Immortal Souls,
Eli Mardock,
Japan,
LL Cool J,
Kayak,
Reuben Wilson,
Johnny Clarke,
The Happenings,
Deepchord,
Porter Ricks,
Lungfish,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sight & Sound,
Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav.
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.