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 France and from Columbus.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 oboe 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 Yusef Lateef to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Sarah Menescal. All the underground hits.
All Laurel Aitken tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lightning Bolt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agitation Free record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Womack,
Juan Atkins,
Stereo Dub,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Traffic Nightmare,
Toni Rubio,
Lalann,
John Lydon,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Slackers,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Terry Callier,
Joey Negro,
The Black Dice,
Brand Nubian,
the Normal,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Yellowson,
Gang of Four,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
These Immortal Souls,
Excepter,
Bad Manners,
Althea and Donna,
Flipper,
Aloha Tigers,
Whodini,
Eden Ahbez,
Unwound,
DJ Sneak,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Saccharine Trust,
Bobby Sherman,
Al Stewart,
Hot Snakes,
The New Christs,
Yazoo,
Vainqueur,
Eric B and Rakim,
Interpol,
Heaven 17,
Funky Four + One,
Gong,
The Victims,
Trumans Water,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Crispian St. Peters,
Marine Girls,
Sister Nancy,
Thompson Twins,
Circle Jerks,
The Moody Blues,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Moss Icon,
48th St. Collective,
Kaleidoscope,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Popol Vuh,
Wire, Wire, Wire, Wire.
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.