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 Nicaragua and from Seoul.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Manila.
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 sitar 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 Slits to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Drexciya. All the underground hits.
All The New Christs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Art Ensemble Of Chicago record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gong record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brand Nubian,
Ultra Naté,
Yusef Lateef,
PIL,
Japan,
Mr. Review,
Drexciya,
Heaven 17,
Rosa Yemen,
Eric B and Rakim,
Michelle Simonal,
Arab on Radar,
Todd Rundgren,
The Detroit Cobras,
Jacques Brel,
The Misunderstood,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Kurtis Blow,
Procol Harum,
Sight & Sound,
Echospace,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bob Dylan,
The Seeds,
Joe Finger,
Joey Negro,
The Trojans,
Crooked Eye,
The Real Kids,
Stiv Bators,
Peter and Kerry,
Lightning Bolt,
Stockholm Monsters,
DJ Sneak,
Minny Pops,
Alphaville,
The Angels of Light,
Ten City,
Althea and Donna,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Alison Limerick,
Marcia Griffiths,
Gichy Dan,
Fat Boys,
The Shadows of Knight,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Crispy Ambulance,
Pet Shop Boys,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Model 500,
Marvin Gaye,
Fugazi,
La Düsseldorf,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Marine Girls,
Thee Headcoats,
Fad Gadget,
The Wake,
Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn.
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.