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 Brazil and from Edmonton.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 arpeggiator 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 Lalo Schifrin to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Jawbox. All the underground hits.
All Moby Grape tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Desert Stars 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Seeds,
Anakelly,
The Kinks,
The Associates,
Hashim,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Angels of Light,
Stiv Bators,
The Smoke,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Radiopuhelimet,
Japan,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
a-ha,
The Misunderstood,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Mark Hollis,
Visage,
The Skatalites,
Shoche,
Babytalk,
Throbbing Gristle,
Mantronix,
Crash Course in Science,
John Holt,
Angry Samoans,
Radiohead,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Slackers,
Sister Nancy,
Slave,
L. Decosne,
Ludus,
Animal Collective,
Fad Gadget,
Nas,
Blancmange,
Country Teasers,
Fela Kuti,
The Slits,
Boz Scaggs,
the Fania All-Stars,
Suburban Knight,
Second Layer,
Yellowson,
Pylon,
The Flesh Eaters,
John Coltrane,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Count Five,
Lindisfarne,
Scan 7,
Thee Headcoats,
The Residents,
The Doors,
Symarip,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Inner City,
The Detroit Cobras,
Section 25,
Panda Bear,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan.
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.