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 South and from Mumbai.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Lagos.
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 sitar 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 Joe Smooth to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 It's A Beautiful Day. All the underground hits.
All Suburban Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric B and Rakim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scratch Acid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Wells,
Hasil Adkins,
Smog,
Magazine,
Animal Collective,
The Residents,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Dorothy Ashby,
Flamin' Groovies,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Marine Girls,
Negative Approach,
Big Daddy Kane,
Deepchord,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Shadows of Knight,
Stockholm Monsters,
Tubeway Army,
The Techniques,
Ken Boothe,
Boz Scaggs,
Dark Day,
Icehouse,
Nirvana,
Thee Headcoats,
FM Einheit,
Excepter,
Cal Tjader,
Scion,
Camouflage,
Rakim,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Durutti Column,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
R.M.O.,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Evens,
Amon Düül II,
Masters at Work,
Gang Starr,
Essential Logic,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Yellowson,
Pulsallama,
Mary Jane Girls,
Whodini,
Rites of Spring,
Au Pairs,
Kaleidoscope,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Jawbox,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Agent Orange,
Minutemen,
Wings,
Buzzcocks,
Andrew Hill,
The Pop Group,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes.
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.