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 Spokane.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Eli Mardock to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Parry Music. All the underground hits.
All Alice Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nico record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barclay James Harvest record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nation of Ulysses,
The Dave Clark Five,
JFA,
Khruangbin,
The Raincoats,
Cymande,
Moss Icon,
Blake Baxter,
Yellowson,
Arab on Radar,
L. Decosne,
Dark Day,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ice-T,
Barbara Tucker,
Rufus Thomas,
Man Parrish,
The Techniques,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Severed Heads,
Lightning Bolt,
Aaron Thompson,
Pierre Henry,
Colin Newman,
Swans,
The Monochrome Set,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Easy Going,
Soulsonic Force,
MC5,
Joey Negro,
Todd Terry,
Animal Collective,
Masters at Work,
R.M.O.,
Faraquet,
Monolake,
Ohio Players,
Hasil Adkins,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Cybotron,
Reagan Youth,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Fat Boys,
Sight & Sound,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Flipper,
Avey Tare,
Derrick Morgan,
Barrington Levy,
The Trojans,
Carl Craig,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bronski Beat,
Outsiders,
Quantec,
Tim Buckley,
Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids.
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.