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 Mali and from Manila.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 sitar 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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Wire. All the underground hits.
All Kevin Saunderson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boredoms 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barry Ungar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Moon,
Drexciya,
Warsaw,
Chris & Cosey,
Davy DMX,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Music Machine,
Country Teasers,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Aural Exciters,
Easy Going,
Main Source,
Minny Pops,
Unwound,
Audionom,
Scrapy,
Brick,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Jeff Lynne,
Matthew Bourne,
The Zeros,
10cc,
Neil Young,
The Pop Group,
Sex Pistols,
Aloha Tigers,
Frankie Knuckles,
Metal Thangz,
Youth Brigade,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Average White Band,
The Fire Engines,
Dark Day,
Sugar Minott,
Gang Gang Dance,
Charles Mingus,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Thee Headcoats,
Swell Maps,
The Cure,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Electric Prunes,
Tommy Roe,
Dead Boys,
Roy Ayers,
Steve Hackett,
John Cale,
Joey Negro,
Joe Finger,
Newcleus,
Slave,
New Age Steppers,
Section 25,
Procol Harum,
The Techniques,
Rosa Yemen,
Desert Stars,
Subhumans,
L. Decosne,
Lucky Dragons,
Schoolly D,
David Bowie,
Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton.
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.