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 Burundi and from New York.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Can to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Blues Magoos. All the underground hits.
All In Retrospect tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Symarip 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Trumans Water record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-Ray Spex,
ABC,
Barry Ungar,
Dead Boys,
Technova,
Saccharine Trust,
AZ,
the Swans,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Main Source,
Schoolly D,
Letta Mbulu,
The Flesh Eaters,
This Heat,
Cabaret Voltaire,
China Crisis,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Human League,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Albert Ayler,
DJ Style,
Pagans,
Curtis Mayfield,
Porter Ricks,
Hasil Adkins,
the Bar-Kays,
Shuggie Otis,
Mad Mike,
the Sonics,
DJ Sneak,
Donny Hathaway,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ludus,
Piero Umiliani,
Pylon,
Boz Scaggs,
Eyeless In Gaza,
D'Angelo,
Supertramp,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lou Reed,
Khruangbin,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Neon Judgement,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Slick Rick,
Cal Tjader,
La Düsseldorf,
Fatback Band,
John Lydon,
Rites of Spring,
Mantronix,
David Axelrod,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Roger Hodgson,
Pierre Henry,
UT,
Sound Behaviour,
Public Image Ltd.,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks.
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.