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 Madagascar and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Blues Magoos to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids. All the underground hits.
All 8 Eyed Spy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Piero Umiliani 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 '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 The Pop Group record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nas,
Bootsy Collins,
Godley & Creme,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Scott Walker,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Fall,
Laurel Aitken,
Wally Richardson,
Jesper Dahlback,
Jerry's Kids,
Man Eating Sloth,
Andrew Hill,
Kenny Larkin,
Symarip,
The Cure,
Kayak,
The Seeds,
This Heat,
Skriet,
Malaria!,
The Martian,
The Red Krayola,
Lalann,
The Pop Group,
Young Marble Giants,
Minutemen,
Chrome,
Arab on Radar,
Con Funk Shun,
Motorama,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Qualms,
Monolake,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Vladislav Delay,
Procol Harum,
Gang of Four,
Swell Maps,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Eve St. Jones,
The Offenders,
The Vogues,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Pulsallama,
Outsiders,
The Names,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Wasted Youth,
In Retrospect,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lower 48,
Ludus,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sly & The Family Stone,
the Slits,
KRS-One,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Moby Grape,
Bush Tetras,
Swans,
Nils Olav,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers.
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.