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 Ukraine 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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Paris.
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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Neon Judgement to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Curtis Mayfield. All the underground hits.
All Banda Bassotti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Bowie 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Piero Umiliani record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
B.T. Express,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Grass Roots,
Ronan,
Sister Nancy,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Yazoo,
The Cramps,
Jandek,
Ossler,
Rites of Spring,
Amon Düül II,
Harmonia,
Eli Mardock,
Rod Modell,
Robert Hood,
Anakelly,
LL Cool J,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Gong,
cv313,
Lalo Schifrin,
David McCallum,
Brick,
T.S.O.L.,
Peter and Kerry,
Masters at Work,
Arthur Verocai,
Glambeats Corp.,
Can,
The Stooges,
DJ Sneak,
Tommy Roe,
Malaria!,
Deakin,
The Zeros,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Joyce Sims,
Bobby Womack,
Stockholm Monsters,
China Crisis,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Moleskins,
Babytalk,
Albert Ayler,
Warsaw,
Crooked Eye,
The Fugs,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Moebius,
Gregory Isaacs,
Gang Green,
Boredoms,
Skarface,
Minutemen,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Unrelated Segments,
JFA,
Silicon Teens,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Television Personalities,
ABC, ABC, ABC, ABC.
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.