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 Luxembourg and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Country Joe & The Fish to the crunk 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 Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Boogie Down Productions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The New Christs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boogie Down Productions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Toni Rubio,
Pulsallama,
Ohio Players,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The New Christs,
K-Klass,
The Mummies,
The Cramps,
Sandy B,
Brothers Johnson,
Moby Grape,
the Sonics,
B.T. Express,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lakeside,
Rapeman,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
John Holt,
Au Pairs,
The Gun Club,
The Invisible,
The Blackbyrds,
The Golliwogs,
Popol Vuh,
Swell Maps,
Pussy Galore,
The Smiths,
Inner City,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Spandau Ballet,
Graham Central Station,
PIL,
Jacques Brel,
Byron Stingily,
Hardrive,
Urselle,
Dual Sessions,
Groovy Waters,
Radiopuhelimet,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Flesh Eaters,
Metal Thangz,
The Young Rascals,
Mission of Burma,
Kayak,
Mantronix,
The Grass Roots,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Searchers,
The Neon Judgement,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Gang Gang Dance,
Alice Coltrane,
Camberwell Now,
Erasure,
Supertramp,
Adolescents,
Talk Talk,
The American Breed,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Monochrome Set,
The Residents,
Organ,
Pagans, Pagans, Pagans, Pagans.
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.