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 Nepal and from Cairo.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Nas 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 Eve St. Jones. All the underground hits.
All Loose Ends tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pierre Henry 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warsaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Arcadia,
The Zeros,
Jeff Lynne,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
K-Klass,
Gichy Dan,
Main Source,
The Searchers,
FM Einheit,
Cymande,
Ice-T,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Cheater Slicks,
Alice Coltrane,
Deakin,
EPMD,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Half Japanese,
Q65,
Eurythmics,
Funky Four + One,
Y Pants,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Scan 7,
the Swans,
Echospace,
The Shadows of Knight,
The J.B.'s,
Television Personalities,
The Victims,
Rites of Spring,
David Axelrod,
Fat Boys,
Brick,
Maurizio,
T.S.O.L.,
The Wake,
Technova,
Bang On A Can,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Slackers,
The Electric Prunes,
Eric B and Rakim,
Suicide,
Peter & Gordon,
Sandy B,
Godley & Creme,
Ituana,
Bobby Sherman,
The Sonics,
ABBA,
Can,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Trumans Water,
The Angels of Light,
Franke,
Moby Grape,
June Days,
Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock.
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.