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 Beijing.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 theremin 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 Rites of Spring to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Bauhaus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Theoretical Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sixth Finger,
Blake Baxter,
Pole,
Black Sheep,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Liliput,
The Count Five,
The Fugs,
Gichy Dan,
Hasil Adkins,
Ornette Coleman,
FM Einheit,
The Offenders,
Audionom,
The Neon Judgement,
Visage,
Clear Light,
Cymande,
Steve Hackett,
CMW,
The Toasters,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Al Stewart,
David Axelrod,
Big Daddy Kane,
Public Image Ltd.,
Public Enemy,
Scratch Acid,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Scion,
Talk Talk,
Lakeside,
Warren Ellis,
Bronski Beat,
Neu!,
Sugar Minott,
The Index,
Brass Construction,
Slick Rick,
The Real Kids,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Fall,
La Düsseldorf,
Delon & Dalcan,
Joyce Sims,
Hot Snakes,
Fatback Band,
Royal Trux,
Scan 7,
Severed Heads,
T.S.O.L.,
Piero Umiliani,
Eric Dolphy,
The Smoke,
Ossler,
Amon Düül II,
The Black Dice,
Minor Threat,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock.
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.