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 Cuba and from Portland.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 organ 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 Desert Stars to the grime 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 Public Image Ltd.. All the underground hits.
All The Litter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rosa Yemen 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Toni Rubio,
Scott Walker,
Big Daddy Kane,
Grey Daturas,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Delon & Dalcan,
Minny Pops,
Roy Ayers,
Spoonie Gee,
Graham Central Station,
Eric Dolphy,
The Happenings,
DJ Style,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Boredoms,
Pere Ubu,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Kool Moe Dee,
June Days,
MC5,
Josef K,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Blancmange,
Oneida,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Clear Light,
Reuben Wilson,
Unwound,
Deadbeat,
The Electric Prunes,
Lindisfarne,
Mr. Review,
Throbbing Gristle,
Colin Newman,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
LL Cool J,
Funky Four + One,
Bobby Womack,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Searchers,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Idris Muhammad,
Ohio Players,
Agent Orange,
EPMD,
Henry Cow,
Roger Hodgson,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Prince Buster,
Youth Brigade,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Pussy Galore,
Gang of Four,
Procol Harum,
AZ,
Minor Threat,
Desert Stars,
Alice Coltrane,
The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines.
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.