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 Somalia and from Houston.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Harry Pussy. All the underground hits.
All Q65 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stetsasonic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Swans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blues Magoos,
Parry Music,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sonic Youth,
The Mojo Men,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Mummies,
Bill Wells,
Nico,
Derrick Morgan,
Erasure,
Harpers Bizarre,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Moss Icon,
Lightning Bolt,
Grandmaster Flash,
Rhythm & Sound,
Thee Headcoats,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Henry Cow,
Royal Trux,
The Dirtbombs,
Spoonie Gee,
Von Mondo,
In Retrospect,
Iggy Pop,
Gastr Del Sol,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Roxy Music,
Jeru the Damaja,
The United States of America,
Brick,
Soft Machine,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sex Pistols,
Absolute Body Control,
Blake Baxter,
Morten Harket,
Kevin Saunderson,
Guru Guru,
Yusef Lateef,
ABC,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lower 48,
Chrome,
This Heat,
Blossom Toes,
Can,
Public Enemy,
Fluxion,
Piero Umiliani,
Angry Samoans,
Ronnie Foster,
The Stooges,
Scan 7,
Funky Four + One,
Prince Buster,
Duran Duran,
Junior Murvin,
Moebius, Moebius, Moebius, Moebius.
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.