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 Comoros and from Accra.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 linndrum 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 Mo-Dettes to the punk 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 The Dead C. All the underground hits.
All Joy Division tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Jesus and Mary Chain 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Knickerbockers 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?
Marshall Jefferson,
Can,
Amon Düül II,
Boredoms,
Sonny Sharrock,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Mandrill,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Scott Walker,
Piero Umiliani,
Rufus Thomas,
Hot Snakes,
Crime,
The Cramps,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Thompson Twins,
The Leaves,
Howard Jones,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Nick Fraelich,
Yusef Lateef,
Yellowson,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Royal Trux,
Glenn Branca,
Theoretical Girls,
Cheater Slicks,
Crooked Eye,
The Fall,
Shoche,
The Red Krayola,
Sister Nancy,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lalo Schifrin,
Mad Mike,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
PIL,
Duran Duran,
Lebanon Hanover,
Robert Hood,
Warren Ellis,
The Fuzztones,
Albert Ayler,
Bauhaus,
Drexciya,
Laurel Aitken,
Marvin Gaye,
Tres Demented,
Stockholm Monsters,
Das Ding,
a-ha,
The Cure,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Toni Rubio,
Pantaleimon,
Kayak,
Maurizio,
Chrome,
Groovy Waters,
Half Japanese,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Magma, Magma, Magma, Magma.
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.