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 New Zealand and from Delhi.
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 Bremen and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Faust to the techno 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 Sugar Minott. All the underground hits.
All Rosa Yemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eurythmics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Starr record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scan 7,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Gichy Dan,
Mark Hollis,
Heaven 17,
Niagra,
Charles Mingus,
Juan Atkins,
Lungfish,
Animal Collective,
The Detroit Cobras,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Man Eating Sloth,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Angry Samoans,
Procol Harum,
Sister Nancy,
The Dirtbombs,
Accadde A,
Zero Boys,
The Electric Prunes,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Urselle,
Rotary Connection,
Aaron Thompson,
Nils Olav,
Derrick Morgan,
Brick,
the Soft Cell,
Bill Wells,
Yazoo,
The American Breed,
Bobby Womack,
Moby Grape,
Blancmange,
Cymande,
Alice Coltrane,
Iggy Pop,
Al Stewart,
Half Japanese,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Black Pus,
The Selecter,
Harmonia,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
X-102,
Swell Maps,
Cluster,
Aswad,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Clear Light,
Pulsallama,
Sugar Minott,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Intrusion,
David Axelrod,
Maurizio,
DJ Style,
Audionom,
Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy.
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.