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 Paraguay and from Mexico City.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 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 Associates to the rap 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 Louis and Bebe Barron. All the underground hits.
All The Blues Magoos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Bowie record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Inner City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Soft Machine,
The Electric Prunes,
Unrelated Segments,
Glenn Branca,
Marc Almond,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Pussy Galore,
Freddie Wadling,
Isaac Hayes,
Whodini,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Youth Brigade,
Hashim,
New Age Steppers,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Black Dice,
Quadrant,
Max Romeo,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Tom Boy,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Nik Kershaw,
Glambeats Corp.,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
L. Decosne,
Harry Pussy,
Camberwell Now,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Jawbox,
Byron Stingily,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Television,
Ohio Players,
Siglo XX,
Althea and Donna,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Henry Cow,
Funkadelic,
Bauhaus,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Mad Mike,
Unwound,
Excepter,
Liliput,
Albert Ayler,
Tropical Tobacco,
Leonard Cohen,
The Kinks,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Flesh Eaters,
Babytalk,
Gang of Four,
Neil Young,
the Germs,
Banda Bassotti,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Standells,
Supertramp,
Hardrive,
Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose.
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.