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 Korea North and from Milan.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Red Krayola to the rock 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 Ash Ra Tempel. All the underground hits.
All Underground Resistance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mr. Review 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alton Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boogie Down Productions,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Velvet Underground,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Barrington Levy,
Cecil Taylor,
Gang Gang Dance,
Gang Starr,
a-ha,
Mandrill,
Goldenarms,
Peter and Kerry,
Visage,
Heaven 17,
Magazine,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
PIL,
The Walker Brothers,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Magma,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Dave Gahan,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Names,
Sparks,
Grauzone,
Alton Ellis,
Suicide,
The Remains,
Mark Hollis,
Jerry's Kids,
EPMD,
Bill Wells,
The Pop Group,
The Tremeloes,
Trumans Water,
The Doors,
The Litter,
The Fire Engines,
Urselle,
The Standells,
The Fortunes,
Groovy Waters,
DJ Sneak,
Hot Snakes,
David Bowie,
Index,
Prince Buster,
Young Marble Giants,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Suburban Knight,
Todd Terry,
The Evens,
Cabaret Voltaire,
CMW,
Wolf Eyes,
Sight & Sound,
Byron Stingily,
Lou Christie,
The Knickerbockers,
Von Mondo,
Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks.
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.