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 Uzbekistan and from Mexico City.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Tomorrow to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Cosmic Jokers. All the underground hits.
All In Retrospect tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every LL Cool J record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pretty Things record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fugazi,
Jerry's Kids,
Ice-T,
The Electric Prunes,
LL Cool J,
Leonard Cohen,
Audionom,
K-Klass,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Moby Grape,
Tomorrow,
Rufus Thomas,
The Busters,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bill Wells,
Mantronix,
The Slits,
Robert Görl,
Black Bananas,
Lou Christie,
Maurizio,
Junior Murvin,
Soul II Soul,
F. McDonald,
The Blackbyrds,
Eli Mardock,
Harpers Bizarre,
Wally Richardson,
Deepchord,
Niagra,
Sun Ra,
Sound Behaviour,
Con Funk Shun,
ABBA,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Black Pus,
These Immortal Souls,
Slave,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Blake Baxter,
Von Mondo,
Brass Construction,
New Order,
Masters at Work,
The Five Americans,
Unrelated Segments,
Bobby Sherman,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Count Five,
Prince Buster,
Tres Demented,
Oneida,
Pussy Galore,
John Cale,
The Neon Judgement,
Wasted Youth,
The Seeds,
Aaron Thompson,
Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare.
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.