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 Morocco and from Manchester.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 theremin 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 Easy Going to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Juan Atkins. All the underground hits.
All The Last Poets tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Birthday Party 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nico record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ice-T,
Popol Vuh,
Tubeway Army,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Malaria!,
The Kinks,
CMW,
H. Thieme,
Metal Thangz,
Silicon Teens,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Black Dice,
Grauzone,
This Heat,
Prince Buster,
Chris Corsano,
John Coltrane,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Fugazi,
Animal Collective,
Sound Behaviour,
The Blues Magoos,
Lindisfarne,
Tres Demented,
D'Angelo,
Intrusion,
Jawbox,
Desert Stars,
Kurtis Blow,
Black Flag,
Marmalade,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Mo-Dettes,
The Tremeloes,
Ultra Naté,
Scion,
Buzzcocks,
Frankie Knuckles,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Neil Young,
The Cowsills,
Angry Samoans,
Andrew Hill,
Colin Newman,
Average White Band,
Lakeside,
Wolf Eyes,
U.S. Maple,
Charles Mingus,
The Names,
Smog,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Offenders,
Ludus,
Pagans,
10cc,
Darondo,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Grandmaster Flash,
Theoretical Girls,
Flamin' Groovies,
Laurel Aitken,
Oneida,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra.
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.