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 Netherlands and from Accra.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Joey Negro to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Gap Band. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & Metallica tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonic Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-Ray Spex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxy Music,
Essential Logic,
Banda Bassotti,
Electric Prunes,
Angry Samoans,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Gabor Szabo,
Theoretical Girls,
Arthur Verocai,
Sällskapet,
Junior Murvin,
Ronan,
X-Ray Spex,
Pere Ubu,
The Skatalites,
Derrick May,
Excepter,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Mo-Dettes,
Alison Limerick,
Amazonics,
Bang On A Can,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Iggy Pop,
Sight & Sound,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Trojans,
Joe Finger,
The Kinks,
cv313,
Aaron Thompson,
Kaleidoscope,
Cluster,
Malaria!,
Loose Ends,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Surgeon,
Boz Scaggs,
The Wake,
Sandy B,
K-Klass,
The Shadows of Knight,
Quantec,
Ultravox,
Barrington Levy,
U.S. Maple,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Mojo Men,
Scion,
The Toasters,
Mad Mike,
Donny Hathaway,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Jesper Dahlback,
Moby Grape,
Whodini,
Hoover,
Suicide,
Funkadelic,
The Doors,
Sex Pistols,
Qualms, Qualms, Qualms, Qualms.
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.