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 Sweden and from Edmonton.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 guitar 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 Amazonics to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Thee Headcoats. All the underground hits.
All Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siglo XX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nico,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Offenders,
Newcleus,
Barbara Tucker,
Chris Corsano,
Spoonie Gee,
Jesper Dahlback,
Con Funk Shun,
Nas,
Ash Ra Tempel,
John Cale,
The Sound,
Marine Girls,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Marshall Jefferson,
Marmalade,
Lindisfarne,
The Grass Roots,
Tropical Tobacco,
Joyce Sims,
MDC,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
ABBA,
Clear Light,
The Last Poets,
Sun Ra,
The Divine Comedy,
It's A Beautiful Day,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Talk Talk,
The Neon Judgement,
Eric Dolphy,
Sun City Girls,
Pole,
Donny Hathaway,
Roxette,
Fat Boys,
Chrome,
Crooked Eye,
Stiv Bators,
The Wake,
Flamin' Groovies,
Swell Maps,
Boz Scaggs,
B.T. Express,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ultimate Spinach,
Kaleidoscope,
Organ,
Stockholm Monsters,
H. Thieme,
Fad Gadget,
The Fall,
Lebanon Hanover,
Index,
Model 500,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Fugs,
Leonard Cohen,
Crash Course in Science,
The Monks,
Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders.
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.