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 Papua New Guinea and from Spokane.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 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 Star Department to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Unwound. All the underground hits.
All X-101 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Rundgren 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fuzztones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kurtis Blow,
The Shadows of Knight,
Joe Finger,
Crooked Eye,
The Count Five,
Connie Case,
Neil Young,
Theoretical Girls,
cv313,
The Walker Brothers,
The Golliwogs,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Stereo Dub,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Vainqueur,
One Last Wish,
Ken Boothe,
Eve St. Jones,
The Standells,
Eden Ahbez,
Scratch Acid,
The Victims,
Livin' Joy,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Saints,
Eric Copeland,
Average White Band,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lalann,
Steve Hackett,
Soulsonic Force,
Jacques Brel,
The Misunderstood,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Infiniti,
Minor Threat,
Cameo,
Tropical Tobacco,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
the Slits,
Kevin Saunderson,
Young Marble Giants,
Japan,
Mr. Review,
8 Eyed Spy,
Television,
Sex Pistols,
DNA,
X-102,
Frankie Knuckles,
the Bar-Kays,
Q and Not U,
Qualms,
Barry Ungar,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Eddi Front,
Motorama,
48th St. Collective,
The Young Rascals,
JFA,
The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines.
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.