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 Sweden and from Sao Paulo.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Nile Rodgers 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 The Index to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Minnie Riperton. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker + Sunn O))) tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Pus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eddi Front,
Arcadia,
The Slackers,
Man Eating Sloth,
Todd Rundgren,
Kevin Saunderson,
Amon Düül II,
Susan Cadogan,
The Searchers,
Aswad,
Joensuu 1685,
Silicon Teens,
Al Stewart,
Pantytec,
Carl Craig,
Lakeside,
Marvin Gaye,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Thee Headcoats,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Quadrant,
Electric Prunes,
Unwound,
FM Einheit,
Deepchord,
Eurythmics,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Scrapy,
OOIOO,
Public Enemy,
The Raincoats,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Underground Resistance,
James Chance & The Contortions,
AZ,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Monochrome Set,
Rotary Connection,
Royal Trux,
Stetsasonic,
Flash Fearless,
Brand Nubian,
Swell Maps,
Boogie Down Productions,
Black Pus,
The Slits,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Leonard Cohen,
Rakim,
The Litter,
Harmonia,
Barry Ungar,
The Music Machine,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Johnny Osbourne,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Yaz,
Sugar Minott,
Yellowson,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Index,
Saccharine Trust,
Pussy Galore,
Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu.
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.