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 Egypt and from Columbus.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Donald Fagen 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 Crispian St. Peters to the rap 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 The Blackbyrds. All the underground hits.
All Quantec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bizarre Inc. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DJ Style record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funky Four + One,
Adolescents,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sparks,
Jandek,
Amon Düül II,
Archie Shepp,
Saccharine Trust,
Electric Prunes,
Susan Cadogan,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Sonics,
Simply Red,
Ralphi Rosario,
F. McDonald,
Nas,
Ken Boothe,
The Slits,
New Order,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Albert Ayler,
Q65,
Lalann,
Slave,
The Busters,
Black Moon,
The Beau Brummels,
Deepchord,
Bluetip,
Skarface,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Banda Bassotti,
Pantytec,
Crime,
Rakim,
The Raincoats,
Alton Ellis,
Flamin' Groovies,
Excepter,
Hoover,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Eli Mardock,
Vladislav Delay,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Suburban Knight,
The Electric Prunes,
Rod Modell,
Dual Sessions,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Fugs,
The Barracudas,
H. Thieme,
Gil Scott Heron,
Grandmaster Flash,
Silicon Teens,
Camberwell Now,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The New Christs,
Newcleus,
Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes.
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.