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 Bolivia and from New York.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Toasters to the funk 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 Crooked Eye. All the underground hits.
All Heaven 17 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonic Youth 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bob Dylan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pop Group,
The American Breed,
Popol Vuh,
The Fortunes,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Toasters,
Rapeman,
Lalo Schifrin,
E-Dancer,
Jacob Miller,
Grey Daturas,
Arthur Verocai,
Second Layer,
Alton Ellis,
Anthony Braxton,
Suicide,
Angry Samoans,
Pierre Henry,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Cal Tjader,
F. McDonald,
Pussy Galore,
The New Christs,
Bronski Beat,
Rites of Spring,
Pet Shop Boys,
Gang Green,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
kango's stein massive,
Stereo Dub,
The Cure,
Mandrill,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Fear,
Blake Baxter,
Banda Bassotti,
Boz Scaggs,
Dawn Penn,
Japan,
Sarah Menescal,
Neu!,
Flamin' Groovies,
These Immortal Souls,
Vladislav Delay,
Colin Newman,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Human League,
Harpers Bizarre,
Silicon Teens,
Jeff Mills,
The Zeros,
The Stooges,
Easy Going,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Inner City,
Iggy Pop,
Jawbox,
Blancmange,
Shoche,
Ice-T,
Yusef Lateef,
Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk.
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.