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 Sweden and from London.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Lyon.
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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the marimba 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 Blackbyrds to the disco 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 Das Ding. All the underground hits.
All Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marmalade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonic Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Eating Sloth,
Faust,
Rod Modell,
Pussy Galore,
the Fania All-Stars,
Buzzcocks,
Amon Düül,
Kurtis Blow,
Be Bop Deluxe,
June of 44,
Average White Band,
David Axelrod,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Duran Duran,
Terry Callier,
The Move,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
These Immortal Souls,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Flash Fearless,
Thee Headcoats,
Sarah Menescal,
Yazoo,
Eden Ahbez,
The Skatalites,
Erasure,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
H. Thieme,
The American Breed,
The New Christs,
The Five Americans,
Grey Daturas,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Delta 5,
The Invisible,
Wolf Eyes,
Liliput,
Infiniti,
Brick,
The Grass Roots,
Mr. Review,
Rites of Spring,
Severed Heads,
Ronan,
Junior Murvin,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Neil Young,
Heaven 17,
Joy Division,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Schoolly D,
Maleditus Sound,
Lakeside,
Jacob Miller,
Black Moon,
Lucky Dragons,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Radiohead,
The Associates,
Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front.
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.