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 Tonga and from Shanghai.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 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 Magma to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Maleditus Sound. All the underground hits.
All the Bar-Kays tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amazonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Modern Lovers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Flag,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Deepchord,
Bang On A Can,
Lucky Dragons,
Soft Machine,
K-Klass,
Scrapy,
R.M.O.,
Roy Ayers,
Television Personalities,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sparks,
Drexciya,
Accadde A,
The Fall,
Glenn Branca,
Easy Going,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Negative Approach,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Harpers Bizarre,
MC5,
Vladislav Delay,
Gregory Isaacs,
Altered Images,
The Index,
Peter and Kerry,
Matthew Bourne,
Black Moon,
Neu!,
Carl Craig,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Nas,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Piero Umiliani,
Pharoah Sanders,
Arcadia,
Bauhaus,
Siglo XX,
Alton Ellis,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Porter Ricks,
KRS-One,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Smiths,
Jawbox,
Johnny Clarke,
Barbara Tucker,
Lalo Schifrin,
Terrestrial Tones,
Minutemen,
Al Stewart,
Marc Almond,
Janne Schatter,
ABC,
Suburban Knight,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lungfish,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Searchers,
the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays.
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.