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 Honduras and from Lyon.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and London.
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 sitar 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 Darondo to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 T.S.O.L.. All the underground hits.
All Lungfish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Livin' Joy 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 theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arcadia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
48th St. Collective,
Japan,
Sällskapet,
Eden Ahbez,
Fifty Foot Hose,
R.M.O.,
Half Japanese,
Barbara Tucker,
Barrington Levy,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Leonard Cohen,
Pagans,
Danielle Patucci,
Dead Boys,
The Smoke,
Talk Talk,
PIL,
Thee Headcoats,
Absolute Body Control,
Lakeside,
Colin Newman,
Hoover,
UT,
Bootsy Collins,
Franke,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Parry Music,
Angry Samoans,
Fear,
Fugazi,
Johnny Osbourne,
Quando Quango,
The Cowsills,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Neon Judgement,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Harpers Bizarre,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
10cc,
Khruangbin,
Dark Day,
Das Ding,
Rekid,
Oneida,
Sun City Girls,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Y Pants,
Average White Band,
cv313,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
MC5,
Amon Düül,
Suburban Knight,
This Heat,
Ten City,
The Velvet Underground,
Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu.
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.