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 Equatorial Guinea and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Interpol to the punk 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 The Neon Judgement. All the underground hits.
All The Detroit Cobras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spandau Ballet 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Pus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Make Up,
Y Pants,
Essential Logic,
Pulsallama,
DJ Style,
David Axelrod,
Sexual Harrassment,
John Cale,
48th St. Collective,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lucky Dragons,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Kurtis Blow,
Delta 5,
Alison Limerick,
Roxy Music,
ABBA,
David McCallum,
Minutemen,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Patti Smith,
OOIOO,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
the Fania All-Stars,
Quadrant,
Wolf Eyes,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Move,
The Golliwogs,
The Star Department,
The Standells,
Ituana,
Saccharine Trust,
Bill Near,
AZ,
Fugazi,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Electric Prunes,
The Wake,
Peter & Gordon,
Bill Wells,
Guru Guru,
Unrelated Segments,
Piero Umiliani,
Lou Reed,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
the Bar-Kays,
Max Romeo,
Surgeon,
Pole,
U.S. Maple,
Blake Baxter,
Scratch Acid,
Motorama,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Minnie Riperton,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal.
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.