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 Libya and from Philadelphia.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Lou Reed 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 Von Mondo to the dance 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 Fort Wilson Riot. All the underground hits.
All kango's stein massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantaleimon 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Terry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Bar-Kays,
Maurizio,
Yusef Lateef,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Derrick May,
Main Source,
Marc Almond,
The Associates,
Nation of Ulysses,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Audionom,
The Misunderstood,
The Doobie Brothers,
Alice Coltrane,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Los Fastidios,
Maleditus Sound,
Carl Craig,
Byron Stingily,
The Moleskins,
Hashim,
Vladislav Delay,
Rites of Spring,
Procol Harum,
Popol Vuh,
Tim Buckley,
Pierre Henry,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Black Dice,
Scientists,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Alison Limerick,
Section 25,
Erykah Badu,
Chris Corsano,
Piero Umiliani,
Simply Red,
Make Up,
Juan Atkins,
L. Decosne,
The Slits,
The Young Rascals,
The Stooges,
Japan,
Barry Ungar,
Q65,
Eric Dolphy,
Swans,
Lucky Dragons,
Albert Ayler,
Nils Olav,
Von Mondo,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Oblivians,
Kayak,
Scott Walker,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Scion,
Boredoms,
UT,
Spandau Ballet,
Bronski Beat,
The Martian, The Martian, The Martian, The Martian.
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.