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 Afghanistan and from Bremen.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 rhodes 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 The Blues Magoos to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Neu!. All the underground hits.
All The Mojo Men tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Popol Vuh 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minnie Riperton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sonics,
The Zeros,
Colin Newman,
Smog,
Lou Christie,
Main Source,
Eli Mardock,
The Busters,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Clear Light,
Crash Course in Science,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Basic Channel,
Wolf Eyes,
Fat Boys,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ralphi Rosario,
Pole,
Essential Logic,
Unrelated Segments,
Public Image Ltd.,
T. Rex,
The American Breed,
The Vogues,
Danielle Patucci,
Lucky Dragons,
Robert Wyatt,
Eurythmics,
Spandau Ballet,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Man Parrish,
Gang of Four,
Vainqueur,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sarah Menescal,
Lower 48,
The Seeds,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
ABC,
Los Fastidios,
Electric Prunes,
The Durutti Column,
Slick Rick,
Ronnie Foster,
Roger Hodgson,
David Axelrod,
Gichy Dan,
The Cramps,
Underground Resistance,
Sugar Minott,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Silicon Teens,
Tres Demented,
David Bowie,
Neu!,
Fear,
Trumans Water,
Gabor Szabo,
Black Pus,
Graham Central Station,
the Normal,
Grandmaster Flash,
The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s.
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.