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 Dominica and from Lille.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Sixth Finger to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Underground Resistance. All the underground hits.
All The Skatalites tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sam Rivers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mummies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Sheep,
the Germs,
The Angels of Light,
Lakeside,
Jimmy McGriff,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lindisfarne,
John Holt,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Girls At Our Best!,
K-Klass,
CMW,
Traffic Nightmare,
Monks,
Deadbeat,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Arab on Radar,
The Gun Club,
Tubeway Army,
Jawbox,
Eric Dolphy,
Brick,
Faust,
B.T. Express,
R.M.O.,
Sandy B,
Skriet,
Donny Hathaway,
Derrick May,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ultimate Spinach,
Alison Limerick,
Ronan,
Thee Headcoats,
The Last Poets,
The Smiths,
Oneida,
Eve St. Jones,
Man Parrish,
Minny Pops,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Technova,
The Sonics,
Basic Channel,
Pulsallama,
Yusef Lateef,
Ultra Naté,
Rosa Yemen,
Grey Daturas,
Rites of Spring,
Arcadia,
Aswad,
Das Ding,
DNA,
Marvin Gaye,
Erasure,
The Velvet Underground,
Roxette,
Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes.
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.