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 Guinea-Bissau and from Calgary.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Delhi.
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 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 Severed Heads to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Rotary Connection. All the underground hits.
All The Litter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pussy Galore 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bob Dylan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer 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 Cure,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Theoretical Girls,
John Cale,
Schoolly D,
Kool Moe Dee,
Icehouse,
Ken Boothe,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Jimmy McGriff,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
New York Dolls,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Intrusion,
The Blues Magoos,
The Motions,
This Heat,
Nils Olav,
The Tremeloes,
Kenny Larkin,
Harmonia,
Ash Ra Tempel,
DJ Sneak,
Amon Düül II,
The Angels of Light,
Rosa Yemen,
Delon & Dalcan,
Clear Light,
Ultra Naté,
Das Ding,
Radiohead,
Suicide,
48th St. Collective,
Dorothy Ashby,
Freddie Wadling,
Supertramp,
Fela Kuti,
Robert Wyatt,
Sparks,
Tres Demented,
Popol Vuh,
Surgeon,
Sight & Sound,
The Slackers,
Man Parrish,
Animal Collective,
Andrew Hill,
Patti Smith,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Raincoats,
Anthony Braxton,
Black Flag,
The Neon Judgement,
The Residents,
Juan Atkins,
The Doors,
Inner City,
The Mummies,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Standells,
Pantaleimon,
Crime,
Quantec, Quantec, Quantec, Quantec.
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.