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 Peru and from Johannesburg.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Byron Stingily. All the underground hits.
All Schoolly D tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Letta Mbulu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Parry Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Idris Muhammad,
Pantaleimon,
Metal Thangz,
Zero Boys,
Goldenarms,
Supertramp,
Fluxion,
Funky Four + One,
Prince Buster,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Loose Ends,
Interpol,
Neu!,
John Foxx,
Youth Brigade,
Kayak,
Throbbing Gristle,
Tom Boy,
One Last Wish,
Panda Bear,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Sonics,
The Smiths,
Quadrant,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
DJ Sneak,
Reagan Youth,
Vainqueur,
The Buckinghams,
Franke,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Mandrill,
Sun Ra,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lyres,
Rhythm & Sound,
Nils Olav,
the Association,
The Flesh Eaters,
Inner City,
Frankie Knuckles,
Suburban Knight,
Groovy Waters,
Sight & Sound,
Lungfish,
The Seeds,
Ossler,
Anakelly,
Faraquet,
Lou Christie,
Barry Ungar,
Cheater Slicks,
Michelle Simonal,
The Dirtbombs,
The New Christs,
Quantec,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band.
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.