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 Korea North and from Hong Kong.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Mad Mike. All the underground hits.
All Harpers Bizarre tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neu! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scientists record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Don Cherry,
Section 25,
Stockholm Monsters,
Janne Schatter,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Subhumans,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ken Boothe,
The Durutti Column,
The Knickerbockers,
Radiohead,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Wake,
Flash Fearless,
Swans,
Jeff Lynne,
Lightning Bolt,
Zero Boys,
Lyres,
Reagan Youth,
Susan Cadogan,
Joey Negro,
Ornette Coleman,
Stetsasonic,
Khruangbin,
Morten Harket,
Unrelated Segments,
The Detroit Cobras,
AZ,
Echospace,
The Zeros,
Steve Hackett,
cv313,
Dark Day,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Depeche Mode,
Throbbing Gristle,
Accadde A,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Wolf Eyes,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Golliwogs,
Bobby Byrd,
Lalann,
The Skatalites,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Country Teasers,
The Fortunes,
Quando Quango,
Freddie Wadling,
Kool Moe Dee,
Roxy Music,
Supertramp,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Groovy Waters,
Scrapy,
The Velvet Underground,
The American Breed,
Al Stewart,
Pharoah Sanders,
Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant.
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.