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 Shanghai.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Loose Ends to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Television Personalities. All the underground hits.
All Symarip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Intrusion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suicide record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Easy Going,
Ornette Coleman,
Byron Stingily,
Bobbi Humphrey,
the Slits,
Hashim,
Los Fastidios,
John Coltrane,
The Pop Group,
Qualms,
Neil Young,
Deadbeat,
Public Image Ltd.,
Organ,
Brand Nubian,
FM Einheit,
Mark Hollis,
Kayak,
Mr. Review,
June Days,
Barry Ungar,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Fugs,
Frankie Knuckles,
Al Stewart,
Barrington Levy,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
David McCallum,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Rapeman,
The Names,
Swell Maps,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Beau Brummels,
Arcadia,
Talk Talk,
Pulsallama,
Anakelly,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lindisfarne,
Das Ding,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Maleditus Sound,
Jimmy McGriff,
Brass Construction,
Traffic Nightmare,
Zapp,
Little Man,
Banda Bassotti,
Eric Copeland,
Kaleidoscope,
The Durutti Column,
The Misunderstood,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon.
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.