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 Rwanda and from Tehran.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 theremin 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 Sun Ra Arkestra to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Kevin Saunderson. All the underground hits.
All X-101 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lucky Dragons,
Boredoms,
Ken Boothe,
Colin Newman,
Rod Modell,
Television Personalities,
Index,
The Move,
Fat Boys,
Sugar Minott,
The Smoke,
Sun City Girls,
Roxy Music,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
PIL,
Rekid,
Anthony Braxton,
Connie Case,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Seeds,
The Selecter,
Howard Jones,
The Kinks,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Misunderstood,
X-102,
Ice-T,
Idris Muhammad,
The Cowsills,
The Young Rascals,
The Golliwogs,
Jawbox,
Urselle,
Bill Near,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Model 500,
Fifty Foot Hose,
MDC,
Slick Rick,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Martian,
FM Einheit,
The Slackers,
Delta 5,
The Moleskins,
The Doobie Brothers,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Delon & Dalcan,
Arthur Verocai,
Al Stewart,
The Velvet Underground,
Amon Düül II,
New York Dolls,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Last Poets,
Loose Ends,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Camberwell Now,
Wire,
Amon Düül,
Subhumans,
Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front.
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.