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 Estonia and from Johannesburg.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Donald Fagen 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 Sad Lovers and Giants to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Hasil Adkins. All the underground hits.
All Scratch Acid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every EPMD record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Byron Stingily record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lightning Bolt,
Blake Baxter,
Saccharine Trust,
Icehouse,
T.S.O.L.,
Cluster,
Kerri Chandler,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Flash Fearless,
Andrew Hill,
Gang Starr,
Oblivians,
Morten Harket,
Archie Shepp,
Mission of Burma,
the Slits,
Lalann,
Boz Scaggs,
Cameo,
John Cale,
Black Bananas,
Judy Mowatt,
Ronnie Foster,
CMW,
Sonic Youth,
Danielle Patucci,
The Gladiators,
The Remains,
The Durutti Column,
Howard Jones,
Rites of Spring,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Man Parrish,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Donald Byrd,
Jeff Lynne,
Can,
Sällskapet,
Moss Icon,
Easy Going,
8 Eyed Spy,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Stiv Bators,
Pierre Henry,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Gerry Rafferty,
Scan 7,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Junior Murvin,
48th St. Collective,
Scratch Acid,
The Searchers,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Skatalites,
The Fugs,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Eli Mardock,
Cybotron,
Suicide,
Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme.
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.