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 Vietnam and from Glasgow.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Robert Palmer 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 Qualms 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 Q and Not U. All the underground hits.
All Stiv Bators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul Sonic Force record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Das Ding record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q65,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Smoke,
The Mummies,
Faraquet,
The Gladiators,
Man Parrish,
John Coltrane,
Half Japanese,
R.M.O.,
Thompson Twins,
Camouflage,
Jandek,
Soul Sonic Force,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Leaves,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Gang Gang Dance,
Kurtis Blow,
Blossom Toes,
The Associates,
The Slits,
Bluetip,
Lucky Dragons,
Lower 48,
Joey Negro,
Metal Thangz,
Guru Guru,
Supertramp,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sandy B,
Frankie Knuckles,
Arab on Radar,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Trumans Water,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Human League,
Bang On A Can,
Wally Richardson,
David McCallum,
Black Moon,
The Monks,
Gerry Rafferty,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
June Days,
Urselle,
The Vogues,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
kango's stein massive,
Todd Rundgren,
The Detroit Cobras,
Cluster,
Duran Duran,
Hashim,
The Fortunes,
Minnie Riperton,
The Count Five,
Davy DMX,
Idris Muhammad,
Slick Rick,
Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas.
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.