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 Sweden and from Taipei.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 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 Black Sheep to the funk 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 The Cowsills. All the underground hits.
All Danielle Patucci tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Order record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Animal Collective,
John Coltrane,
Stiv Bators,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Soul Sonic Force,
Monolake,
Skaos,
The Fall,
Dark Day,
Altered Images,
H. Thieme,
Flamin' Groovies,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Skatalites,
Pylon,
The Walker Brothers,
Bobby Sherman,
Gang Starr,
Minor Threat,
the Soft Cell,
Colin Newman,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Sound,
The Music Machine,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Eric Copeland,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
ABBA,
Intrusion,
Sparks,
Ronnie Foster,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Electric Prunes,
Maleditus Sound,
The Angels of Light,
Spandau Ballet,
DJ Style,
Fad Gadget,
Grauzone,
Alison Limerick,
Nas,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Vladislav Delay,
Todd Rundgren,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Harpers Bizarre,
Massinfluence,
Sound Behaviour,
Anakelly,
Magma,
Siglo XX,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Tres Demented,
Black Sheep,
Spoonie Gee,
Pantytec,
Angry Samoans,
Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth.
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.