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 Thailand and from Madrid.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 guitar 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 The Peanut Butter Conspiracy to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 John Foxx. All the underground hits.
All Barbara Tucker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxette record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boredoms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sixth Finger,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Public Image Ltd.,
Johnny Clarke,
Judy Mowatt,
Amon Düül II,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Invisible,
Nas,
Massinfluence,
The Doors,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Schoolly D,
Fad Gadget,
Procol Harum,
Pierre Henry,
Terrestrial Tones,
Aural Exciters,
K-Klass,
Porter Ricks,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Doobie Brothers,
Rufus Thomas,
Dead Boys,
The Dave Clark Five,
10cc,
Accadde A,
Hot Snakes,
Anakelly,
Cameo,
Brand Nubian,
Hashim,
Jerry's Kids,
Kerri Chandler,
Spandau Ballet,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Mojo Men,
Amazonics,
Outsiders,
Rekid,
Donald Byrd,
Glambeats Corp.,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
DNA,
Lightning Bolt,
Scrapy,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Gang Green,
Faraquet,
Anthony Braxton,
Chris Corsano,
Cecil Taylor,
X-102,
Marine Girls,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Misunderstood,
Quantec,
Mark Hollis,
Mars,
Surgeon,
Ronnie Foster,
The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers.
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.