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 Malaysia and from Edmonton.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 theremin 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 Harpers Bizarre to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Sound. All the underground hits.
All Pet Shop Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Görl record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick May record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slave,
Yusef Lateef,
D'Angelo,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Index,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Moebius,
Saccharine Trust,
Michelle Simonal,
Jacques Brel,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Tubeway Army,
ABBA,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
MDC,
The Angels of Light,
Eric Dolphy,
48th St. Collective,
Andrew Hill,
Roger Hodgson,
June Days,
Fat Boys,
Drexciya,
Jeff Mills,
The Martian,
The Last Poets,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ultra Naté,
Television,
Glenn Branca,
Spoonie Gee,
Bush Tetras,
Amon Düül II,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Black Moon,
Funkadelic,
Barrington Levy,
The Offenders,
The Young Rascals,
The Slits,
Livin' Joy,
The Monks,
The Cure,
Wire,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Neon Judgement,
Pussy Galore,
Sonic Youth,
Alphaville,
David McCallum,
Grauzone,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Infiniti,
X-Ray Spex,
Bob Dylan,
Albert Ayler,
Cameo,
Malaria!,
Stetsasonic,
Minor Threat,
Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction.
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.