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 Solomon Islands and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Copenhagen.
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 marimba 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 The Angels of Light to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Quantec. All the underground hits.
All The Leaves tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Beau Brummels 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Al Stewart record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oneida,
Moby Grape,
Jeff Lynne,
Amon Düül,
Newcleus,
Joey Negro,
Cybotron,
DNA,
Royal Trux,
The Slackers,
Schoolly D,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Unrelated Segments,
Nico,
Harmonia,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
MC5,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Monochrome Set,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Mandrill,
Panda Bear,
the Germs,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Qualms,
Donald Byrd,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Boz Scaggs,
The Count Five,
Letta Mbulu,
The Music Machine,
Anakelly,
Yazoo,
Fat Boys,
Animal Collective,
Saccharine Trust,
MDC,
Iggy Pop,
Susan Cadogan,
Babytalk,
Subhumans,
The Gun Club,
Peter & Gordon,
Pulsallama,
Cluster,
Avey Tare,
cv313,
Gabor Szabo,
The Skatalites,
Jerry's Kids,
Porter Ricks,
Robert Görl,
Brand Nubian,
Ituana,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lungfish,
Public Enemy,
Massinfluence,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Faraquet,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Interpol, Interpol, Interpol, Interpol.
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.