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 Chile and from Madrid.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 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 Arthur Verocai to the grunge 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam. All the underground hits.
All Wally Richardson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Urselle record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siouxsie and the Banshees record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fugazi,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Todd Rundgren,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Simply Red,
Minny Pops,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Shadows of Knight,
Andrew Hill,
Porter Ricks,
Johnny Clarke,
Alton Ellis,
Con Funk Shun,
L. Decosne,
Jacques Brel,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Mission of Burma,
Joensuu 1685,
K-Klass,
The Fall,
Visage,
The Move,
Magma,
Sex Pistols,
Kurtis Blow,
Franke,
The Gun Club,
Flash Fearless,
Shoche,
Altered Images,
Crispy Ambulance,
Talk Talk,
The Litter,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Monochrome Set,
Outsiders,
Joe Smooth,
Scion,
Ituana,
Depeche Mode,
Pole,
Terrestrial Tones,
Das Ding,
Reuben Wilson,
Heaven 17,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Monks,
DJ Sneak,
Delon & Dalcan,
Cluster,
The Saints,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
John Coltrane,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Associates,
Harmonia,
Mantronix,
The Sonics,
Black Flag,
Flamin' Groovies,
Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented.
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.