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 Sweden and from Columbus.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 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 Aswad to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Moleskins. All the underground hits.
All The Gories tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lungfish 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator 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 spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tom Boy,
The Buckinghams,
Popol Vuh,
Fat Boys,
the Bar-Kays,
Anakelly,
the Normal,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
David Bowie,
Magma,
Jacob Miller,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ronnie Foster,
The Motions,
Piero Umiliani,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lower 48,
John Cale,
Pole,
Black Pus,
JFA,
Davy DMX,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Durutti Column,
Gichy Dan,
Mo-Dettes,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Kinks,
Stereo Dub,
John Foxx,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Aaron Thompson,
Deadbeat,
The Misunderstood,
Bob Dylan,
Bang On A Can,
Roxy Music,
Dark Day,
Rekid,
Max Romeo,
The Divine Comedy,
David McCallum,
Donny Hathaway,
Suicide,
The Pretty Things,
Lee Hazlewood,
Eric Copeland,
Alphaville,
Pylon,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Kas Product,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Dave Clark Five,
Johnny Osbourne,
Main Source,
Pere Ubu,
Eden Ahbez,
The Count Five,
Roger Hodgson,
Crime, Crime, Crime, Crime.
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.