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 Morocco and from Toronto.
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 Mumbai and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 snare 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 The Detroit Cobras to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Newcleus. All the underground hits.
All Sexual Harrassment tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Bananas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Outsiders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pere Ubu,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Misunderstood,
Jimmy McGriff,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Wasted Youth,
Morten Harket,
Electric Prunes,
Soul II Soul,
Barry Ungar,
Grey Daturas,
The Walker Brothers,
Desert Stars,
Swell Maps,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Circle Jerks,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Newcleus,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Techniques,
Dark Day,
Soft Cell,
Howard Jones,
Minutemen,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Raincoats,
The Victims,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Tears for Fears,
Bootsy Collins,
Jacob Miller,
Hot Snakes,
Blancmange,
Suburban Knight,
Bang On A Can,
Echospace,
Sister Nancy,
Lightning Bolt,
FM Einheit,
Lalann,
R.M.O.,
The Searchers,
Lucky Dragons,
Babytalk,
The Blues Magoos,
Q65,
Ohio Players,
Subhumans,
Yusef Lateef,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Wally Richardson,
48th St. Collective,
Moby Grape,
Johnny Clarke,
8 Eyed Spy,
Dennis Brown,
Ponytail,
The Selecter,
Outsiders,
Black Moon,
Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd.
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.