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 Algeria and from Bremen.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Glasgow.
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 theremin 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 Eyeless In Gaza to the jazz 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 Brothers Johnson. All the underground hits.
All Saccharine Trust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispian St. Peters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eyeless In Gaza record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Livin' Joy,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Dirtbombs,
Hoover,
Television Personalities,
Gong,
Bill Near,
Altered Images,
The Stooges,
Don Cherry,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Theoretical Girls,
U.S. Maple,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Guru Guru,
Aaron Thompson,
The Fortunes,
Juan Atkins,
Schoolly D,
Hot Snakes,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Simply Red,
Eurythmics,
Lalann,
Letta Mbulu,
The Moleskins,
Kaleidoscope,
The Dead C,
AZ,
Television,
Siglo XX,
Todd Rundgren,
Avey Tare,
Con Funk Shun,
The Smoke,
Rufus Thomas,
Pulsallama,
Lindisfarne,
Icehouse,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Real Kids,
Graham Central Station,
Lou Reed,
Peter and Kerry,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Blake Baxter,
David McCallum,
Ten City,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Qualms,
Bobby Womack,
Khruangbin,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Dave Clark Five,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Nas,
Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton.
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.