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 Gambia and from Salvador.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 oboe 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam to the grunge 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 Mandrill. All the underground hits.
All Darondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Depeche Mode record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crash Course in Science record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glenn Branca,
the Slits,
These Immortal Souls,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Funky Four + One,
Eden Ahbez,
Wasted Youth,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Q and Not U,
Joyce Sims,
Lucky Dragons,
The Raincoats,
Loose Ends,
Pylon,
Albert Ayler,
John Foxx,
Rufus Thomas,
The Happenings,
Ituana,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Motorama,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Trojans,
Scientists,
Lee Hazlewood,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
L. Decosne,
Sandy B,
Prince Buster,
Dark Day,
The Doors,
Reagan Youth,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Idris Muhammad,
Reuben Wilson,
Mark Hollis,
A Certain Ratio,
The Standells,
Crooked Eye,
Archie Shepp,
The Cowsills,
Big Daddy Kane,
Jandek,
In Retrospect,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ken Boothe,
Goldenarms,
Lou Christie,
Maurizio,
Amazonics,
Quadrant,
Terry Callier,
Gang of Four,
The American Breed,
Anakelly,
Royal Trux,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish.
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.