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 Armenia and from Manchester.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Mumbai.
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 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 Jandek to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Roxy Music. All the underground hits.
All OOIOO tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every U.S. Maple record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Count Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cabaret Voltaire,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Matthew Bourne,
Tubeway Army,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Althea and Donna,
The Misunderstood,
The Cramps,
Kurtis Blow,
Alice Coltrane,
Bootsy Collins,
Rites of Spring,
the Bar-Kays,
Negative Approach,
Camouflage,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Grass Roots,
The Cure,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Glambeats Corp.,
Rosa Yemen,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Slits,
Q and Not U,
The Zeros,
The Fire Engines,
Television Personalities,
Joe Finger,
In Retrospect,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Evens,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Max Romeo,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Minor Threat,
Magma,
Vainqueur,
Electric Prunes,
Pylon,
Darondo,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Alphaville,
Curtis Mayfield,
Glenn Branca,
Quadrant,
Lee Hazlewood,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Idris Muhammad,
Todd Terry,
Con Funk Shun,
Swell Maps,
Thee Headcoats,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
F. McDonald,
Oneida,
Liliput,
Al Stewart,
The Seeds,
Aloha Tigers,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Stooges,
China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis.
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.