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 Bolivia and from Madrid.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Adolescents to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Monks. All the underground hits.
All Sparks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Style record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oblivians 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?
The Invisible,
Ten City,
Magazine,
Roxy Music,
The Detroit Cobras,
Tommy Roe,
Gang Green,
Mr. Review,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Porter Ricks,
The Gladiators,
Joensuu 1685,
Man Parrish,
Cybotron,
Mantronix,
Pharoah Sanders,
Andrew Hill,
Crime,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Evens,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sister Nancy,
Maleditus Sound,
Arcadia,
The Flesh Eaters,
Radiopuhelimet,
Kas Product,
The J.B.'s,
Tres Demented,
Lindisfarne,
Dual Sessions,
Icehouse,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ituana,
The Buckinghams,
Rosa Yemen,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Thompson Twins,
T. Rex,
Suburban Knight,
Funkadelic,
Spandau Ballet,
These Immortal Souls,
Rapeman,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Barracudas,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Kayak,
Ronan,
Index,
Donald Byrd,
Lakeside,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Urselle,
Vladislav Delay,
Eden Ahbez,
DJ Style,
China Crisis,
Stetsasonic,
Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers.
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.