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 Namibia and from Philadelphia.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 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 Glambeats Corp. to the rock 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 The Count Five. All the underground hits.
All Richard Hell and the Voidoids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every AZ record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Popol Vuh record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ash Ra Tempel,
Andrew Hill,
Schoolly D,
Man Parrish,
David Bowie,
The Toasters,
Quantec,
Traffic Nightmare,
Todd Terry,
The Evens,
Qualms,
Cameo,
Eli Mardock,
Harry Pussy,
Negative Approach,
Bill Near,
Sun Ra,
A Certain Ratio,
The Young Rascals,
Organ,
Brass Construction,
The Black Dice,
Alice Coltrane,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Godley & Creme,
Television Personalities,
The Modern Lovers,
Ice-T,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Aloha Tigers,
Lakeside,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Happenings,
Symarip,
Nils Olav,
The Durutti Column,
Severed Heads,
Bronski Beat,
The Divine Comedy,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Hardrive,
Bush Tetras,
The Offenders,
Buzzcocks,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Archie Shepp,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Monks,
Maurizio,
Idris Muhammad,
Arcadia,
The Litter,
Basic Channel,
Dual Sessions,
Yazoo,
Japan,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Joe Finger,
Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon.
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.