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 Papua New Guinea and from Delhi.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 spring reverb 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 Selector Dub Narcotic to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Raincoats. All the underground hits.
All Ajijia Myrayebe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Count Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 Q65 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slits,
Con Funk Shun,
Blossom Toes,
The Kinks,
Ken Boothe,
Roxy Music,
Sällskapet,
Mo-Dettes,
Black Bananas,
Royal Trux,
Traffic Nightmare,
Lou Reed,
Jeff Mills,
Archie Shepp,
Marcia Griffiths,
8 Eyed Spy,
Reuben Wilson,
The Index,
The Remains,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Scan 7,
The Motions,
Peter & Gordon,
Nick Fraelich,
Boogie Down Productions,
Rod Modell,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Matthew Halsall,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Techniques,
Chris Corsano,
T.S.O.L.,
Gang Green,
Soft Machine,
Silicon Teens,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Cybotron,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
10cc,
Main Source,
The Grass Roots,
Byron Stingily,
Nik Kershaw,
Depeche Mode,
Barclay James Harvest,
Inner City,
Excepter,
Minutemen,
Pantaleimon,
Vainqueur,
Yaz,
The Cure,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Kerrie Biddell,
Henry Cow,
Maleditus Sound,
Loose Ends,
The Blackbyrds,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Wings,
Agitation Free,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids.
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.