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 Monaco and from Woodstock.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 clarinet 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 Fugs to the funk 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 Bronski Beat. All the underground hits.
All Sex Pistols tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kango’s Stein Massive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erykah Badu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Davy DMX,
8 Eyed Spy,
Slick Rick,
The Durutti Column,
A Certain Ratio,
Banda Bassotti,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Surgeon,
Excepter,
Buzzcocks,
Robert Hood,
Silicon Teens,
Crash Course in Science,
Josef K,
Saccharine Trust,
Man Eating Sloth,
Mantronix,
The Dirtbombs,
Das Ding,
the Normal,
The Invisible,
Bronski Beat,
MDC,
Ice-T,
Lindisfarne,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sun Ra,
Toni Rubio,
Scrapy,
Minnie Riperton,
ABBA,
Sun City Girls,
U.S. Maple,
The Beau Brummels,
Nik Kershaw,
The Sisters of Mercy,
New Age Steppers,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Kurtis Blow,
Groovy Waters,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Gladiators,
Pere Ubu,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Blancmange,
The Electric Prunes,
Marvin Gaye,
The Moleskins,
Robert Görl,
The Index,
Stockholm Monsters,
Amon Düül II,
Tomorrow,
Wolf Eyes,
The Searchers,
Yusef Lateef,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Popol Vuh,
Black Moon,
David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod.
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.