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 Uruguay and from Paris.
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 Madrid and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Wire to the dance 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 Alarm Clocks. All the underground hits.
All ABBA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scan 7 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 E-Dancer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sonics,
Amon Düül,
48th St. Collective,
Eric Copeland,
D'Angelo,
Lebanon Hanover,
Massinfluence,
Man Parrish,
Monolake,
The Flesh Eaters,
Malaria!,
Bootsy Collins,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Residents,
Underground Resistance,
Cecil Taylor,
Hot Snakes,
Rotary Connection,
Gong,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sällskapet,
Pantytec,
Ultravox,
Suburban Knight,
The Cure,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Rhythm & Sound,
Soft Machine,
Brass Construction,
Althea and Donna,
The Birthday Party,
Nation of Ulysses,
Suicide,
UT,
The Beau Brummels,
Eve St. Jones,
Pagans,
Ken Boothe,
Ituana,
Reagan Youth,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bobby Womack,
Bobby Byrd,
Electric Light Orchestra,
R.M.O.,
The Sound,
Amazonics,
Skaos,
The Seeds,
Cal Tjader,
The Wake,
Circle Jerks,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bang On A Can,
Prince Buster,
Marmalade,
Warren Ellis,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
X-101, X-101, X-101, X-101.
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.