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 Comoros 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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 David Bowie 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 DJ Style to the grime 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 EPMD. All the underground hits.
All Byron Stingily tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hoover 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 güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dawn Penn record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Litter,
The Beau Brummels,
The Cramps,
Tres Demented,
In Retrospect,
Ituana,
Aswad,
Yazoo,
The Searchers,
Banda Bassotti,
Peter and Kerry,
Chris & Cosey,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Deepchord,
Tommy Roe,
Nick Fraelich,
Aaron Thompson,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Don Cherry,
Grandmaster Flash,
the Slits,
Severed Heads,
Rosa Yemen,
Sound Behaviour,
Popol Vuh,
Neu!,
X-Ray Spex,
Soft Machine,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Maleditus Sound,
Donald Byrd,
Bobby Womack,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Thee Headcoats,
The Blues Magoos,
Main Source,
Dennis Brown,
Loose Ends,
Eve St. Jones,
F. McDonald,
Terry Callier,
Suicide,
The Slits,
Bronski Beat,
Desert Stars,
Lucky Dragons,
The Mojo Men,
Groovy Waters,
Pet Shop Boys,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Smoke,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Modern Lovers,
Sixth Finger,
Susan Cadogan,
Lalo Schifrin,
Alton Ellis,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Das Ding,
Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman.
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.