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 Congo and from Spokane.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Marcia Griffiths to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Eurythmics. All the underground hits.
All Bronski Beat 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 disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Art Ensemble Of Chicago record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Josef K,
The Red Krayola,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Tremeloes,
Monolake,
Minor Threat,
James White and The Blacks,
Icehouse,
Crooked Eye,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Amon Düül II,
Tubeway Army,
Nirvana,
Graham Central Station,
Drive Like Jehu,
Kenny Larkin,
FM Einheit,
Alphaville,
Donald Byrd,
The Standells,
Marc Almond,
Aswad,
Theoretical Girls,
Livin' Joy,
Country Teasers,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Janne Schatter,
The Move,
Siglo XX,
The Stooges,
Jeru the Damaja,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Section 25,
Frankie Knuckles,
Vladislav Delay,
Basic Channel,
Drexciya,
X-101,
Circle Jerks,
Radio Birdman,
Scrapy,
Skarface,
Bad Manners,
Young Marble Giants,
Minny Pops,
Laurel Aitken,
Soul II Soul,
Dark Day,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Toni Rubio,
Todd Terry,
These Immortal Souls,
Can,
Lakeside,
Harry Pussy,
Albert Ayler,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Kas Product,
Eric Copeland,
Desert Stars,
Duran Duran,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo.
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.