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 Israel and from Sao Paulo.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))) 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 Dawn Penn. All the underground hits.
All New York Dolls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Intrusion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stetsasonic 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?
Magma,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Kinks,
Davy DMX,
The Saints,
Harpers Bizarre,
U.S. Maple,
The Fall,
Charles Mingus,
The Searchers,
Moss Icon,
Malaria!,
James White and The Blacks,
Thee Headcoats,
The Gories,
The Residents,
The Golliwogs,
Suicide,
Maurizio,
Scan 7,
Thompson Twins,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Vogues,
DNA,
Desert Stars,
JFA,
Joe Finger,
Excepter,
Sun Ra,
Ice-T,
Rakim,
Guru Guru,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Youth Brigade,
Amazonics,
Kenny Larkin,
Main Source,
Rites of Spring,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Motions,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Gastr Del Sol,
Reuben Wilson,
Alice Coltrane,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bronski Beat,
Jesper Dahlback,
48th St. Collective,
X-102,
Peter and Kerry,
Wolf Eyes,
Gang of Four,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bluetip,
Fatback Band,
Groovy Waters,
Barbara Tucker,
The Sound,
These Immortal Souls,
Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel.
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.