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 Kiribati and from Sao Paulo.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 güiro 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 London Community Gospel Choir to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Scientists tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxette record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Misunderstood,
Surgeon,
Prince Buster,
The Dirtbombs,
Circle Jerks,
John Cale,
Lalann,
The Smoke,
The Stooges,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Remains,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Hardrive,
Magazine,
Rod Modell,
Bobby Womack,
Terry Callier,
Crispy Ambulance,
Negative Approach,
Ten City,
Johnny Osbourne,
Metal Thangz,
Deepchord,
OOIOO,
Gang Green,
Minor Threat,
Gang of Four,
Lou Reed,
Gregory Isaacs,
Chris & Cosey,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The United States of America,
Y Pants,
The Fire Engines,
The Human League,
John Holt,
Reuben Wilson,
Laurel Aitken,
Ossler,
Tubeway Army,
Yellowson,
Junior Murvin,
The Real Kids,
Supertramp,
The Happenings,
the Human League,
Marc Almond,
This Heat,
Derrick Morgan,
Outsiders,
Scott Walker,
Sparks,
Charles Mingus,
Skarface,
Peter and Kerry,
Whodini,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sixth Finger,
The Fall, The Fall, The Fall, The Fall.
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.