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 Somalia and from Edmonton.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 New Order to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Shoche. All the underground hits.
All The Chocolate Watch Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liliput record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Terrestrial Tones,
Prince Buster,
Second Layer,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Deepchord,
Amazonics,
Alice Coltrane,
Au Pairs,
The Beau Brummels,
Davy DMX,
The Young Rascals,
Bad Manners,
MDC,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Skatalites,
Schoolly D,
Bluetip,
JFA,
Cluster,
The Wake,
Joey Negro,
The Seeds,
The Move,
The Associates,
Ultravox,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Crash Course in Science,
The Fugs,
Letta Mbulu,
The Leaves,
F. McDonald,
Jacques Brel,
One Last Wish,
Symarip,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Massinfluence,
Rod Modell,
Lou Reed,
Juan Atkins,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Rufus Thomas,
Gichy Dan,
Erykah Badu,
Archie Shepp,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Qualms,
The Real Kids,
Rhythm & Sound,
Interpol,
The Velvet Underground,
Scratch Acid,
Avey Tare,
Camouflage,
Brick,
Spoonie Gee,
Carl Craig,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bob Dylan,
the Human League,
Delta 5,
Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry.
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.