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 Guyana and from Bologna.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 mellotron 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 Kings Of Tomorrow to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Fear. All the underground hits.
All Kas Product tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doors record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacques Brel,
The Smiths,
Man Parrish,
Interpol,
Kas Product,
Jeff Lynne,
Max Romeo,
Thee Headcoats,
Sällskapet,
Kurtis Blow,
Tim Buckley,
Joey Negro,
Boz Scaggs,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bad Manners,
Leonard Cohen,
Bizarre Inc.,
Avey Tare,
Circle Jerks,
Lucky Dragons,
Malaria!,
Outsiders,
The Birthday Party,
Man Eating Sloth,
Subhumans,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Index,
Arcadia,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Traffic Nightmare,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Gregory Isaacs,
Barclay James Harvest,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Blake Baxter,
Black Bananas,
The Mummies,
The Divine Comedy,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Crime,
Henry Cow,
Ituana,
The J.B.'s,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
June of 44,
Jawbox,
Slave,
Andrew Hill,
The Standells,
Derrick May,
Con Funk Shun,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Skarface,
Saccharine Trust,
Byron Stingily,
La Düsseldorf,
Prince Buster,
Jandek,
The Slackers,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon.
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.