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 Tanzania and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Crooked Eye to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Joe Finger. All the underground hits.
All Silicon Teens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sandy B 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slackers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hasil Adkins,
The Kinks,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Sonics,
Scan 7,
Lungfish,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Mark Hollis,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Mary Jane Girls,
Robert Wyatt,
Bang On A Can,
Neil Young,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Gap Band,
Slick Rick,
Jacques Brel,
Cheater Slicks,
John Foxx,
Sun City Girls,
Lower 48,
Average White Band,
The Busters,
Scientists,
Bob Dylan,
Kayak,
Kurtis Blow,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Rekid,
Lightning Bolt,
Ten City,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
China Crisis,
Lindisfarne,
Con Funk Shun,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
T. Rex,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ornette Coleman,
Matthew Halsall,
Harry Pussy,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Eric Copeland,
June of 44,
Ituana,
Theoretical Girls,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Fortunes,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Model 500,
Pierre Henry,
Ice-T,
The J.B.'s,
Y Pants,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Graham Central Station,
Sex Pistols,
Bluetip,
Smog,
Aswad,
Organ, Organ, Organ, Organ.
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.