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 Lithuania and from Lagos.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Be Bop Deluxe to the rock 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 Oppenheimer Analysis. All the underground hits.
All Junior Murvin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harry Pussy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalo Schifrin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
OOIOO,
The Five Americans,
Boz Scaggs,
The Mojo Men,
the Slits,
The Mighty Diamonds,
the Germs,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Neon Judgement,
Henry Cow,
Spoonie Gee,
The Knickerbockers,
Country Teasers,
The Skatalites,
Graham Central Station,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Intrusion,
The Evens,
The Durutti Column,
Organ,
The Selecter,
In Retrospect,
Scan 7,
Soft Cell,
Tomorrow,
Harry Pussy,
Japan,
Barry Ungar,
Mars,
Bootsy Collins,
Man Parrish,
La Düsseldorf,
This Heat,
Ludus,
Slick Rick,
Accadde A,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Yusef Lateef,
Lightning Bolt,
Harpers Bizarre,
Au Pairs,
The Fall,
The Slackers,
Franke,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bill Wells,
China Crisis,
The Standells,
The Walker Brothers,
Chris & Cosey,
Quando Quango,
The Sonics,
Rotary Connection,
The Remains,
Johnny Osbourne,
Scion,
Smog,
The Divine Comedy,
The Doobie Brothers,
Infiniti,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx.
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.