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 Grenada and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the guitar 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 Lou Reed & Metallica to the funk 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 Public Enemy. All the underground hits.
All Altered Images tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heaven 17 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Barracudas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Byron Stingily,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The J.B.'s,
June Days,
Maleditus Sound,
Bootsy Collins,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Gories,
Underground Resistance,
The Raincoats,
Wings,
X-102,
The Misunderstood,
PIL,
Robert Hood,
Mandrill,
The Divine Comedy,
Erasure,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Rotary Connection,
Negative Approach,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Neil Young,
The Sonics,
The Buckinghams,
Sonic Youth,
Cal Tjader,
Funkadelic,
Soulsonic Force,
Radiohead,
Lyres,
Wasted Youth,
10cc,
Isaac Hayes,
Black Sheep,
EPMD,
The Names,
Soft Machine,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Jacques Brel,
Drexciya,
Thee Headcoats,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Magma,
Erykah Badu,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Excepter,
Fat Boys,
Minor Threat,
John Foxx,
Tropical Tobacco,
Q and Not U,
Josef K,
The Remains,
Amazonics,
the Bar-Kays,
Mad Mike,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ralphi Rosario,
One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish.
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.