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 Iceland and from Toronto.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Swans to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Silicon Teens. All the underground hits.
All June of 44 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slave 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Archie Shepp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Junior Murvin,
Gang Gang Dance,
Jimmy McGriff,
Toni Rubio,
Bad Manners,
Liliput,
Dorothy Ashby,
Radio Birdman,
Carl Craig,
Dark Day,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Fire Engines,
Mo-Dettes,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sugar Minott,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Television Personalities,
Wolf Eyes,
Silicon Teens,
John Cale,
Second Layer,
Half Japanese,
The Black Dice,
Kevin Saunderson,
Skarface,
Public Enemy,
Ultimate Spinach,
R.M.O.,
Aswad,
Agent Orange,
MDC,
The Blues Magoos,
Oblivians,
cv313,
Steve Hackett,
UT,
X-Ray Spex,
Average White Band,
Sister Nancy,
Monks,
U.S. Maple,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Nation of Ulysses,
Deepchord,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Real Kids,
Faust,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Franke,
Clear Light,
Country Teasers,
Thee Headcoats,
The Knickerbockers,
Crispy Ambulance,
Alphaville,
KRS-One,
Darondo,
Byron Stingily,
Ornette Coleman,
Zapp,
Pantytec,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound.
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.