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 Nepal and from Toronto.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Soul Sonic Force to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Country Teasers. All the underground hits.
All Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rekid record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Selector Dub Narcotic 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?
Metal Thangz,
Sight & Sound,
Tears for Fears,
Scan 7,
Make Up,
Bush Tetras,
Yellowson,
Todd Rundgren,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lungfish,
Inner City,
David Bowie,
Moebius,
Cal Tjader,
Peter & Gordon,
Unrelated Segments,
Swell Maps,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Radio Birdman,
Brothers Johnson,
Groovy Waters,
Amon Düül II,
The Angels of Light,
Barry Ungar,
Electric Prunes,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Schoolly D,
Crash Course in Science,
Quando Quango,
Terry Callier,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Johnny Clarke,
LL Cool J,
ABC,
China Crisis,
Aural Exciters,
Das Ding,
Bobby Womack,
Vladislav Delay,
Sparks,
Colin Newman,
One Last Wish,
Lalann,
Alison Limerick,
Skaos,
The Invisible,
Half Japanese,
DJ Style,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Moleskins,
Roger Hodgson,
Mad Mike,
Lou Reed,
The Busters,
The Gories,
X-Ray Spex,
The Doobie Brothers,
Wire,
Black Bananas,
Henry Cow,
Juan Atkins,
The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras.
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.