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 Cyprus and from Portland.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Stockholm.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Colin Newman to the punk 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon. All the underground hits.
All Archie Shepp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nik Kershaw record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mission of Burma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Idris Muhammad,
Chris Corsano,
Vladislav Delay,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sarah Menescal,
The Blues Magoos,
Moss Icon,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
New Order,
The New Christs,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Sound,
Suburban Knight,
Minny Pops,
Country Joe & The Fish,
New York Dolls,
The Buckinghams,
Laurel Aitken,
Donald Byrd,
Scott Walker,
Rites of Spring,
Bobby Womack,
Circle Jerks,
The Sonics,
Pere Ubu,
Cluster,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Brick,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Delon & Dalcan,
David Axelrod,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Dirtbombs,
The Pop Group,
Soul Sonic Force,
Popol Vuh,
Youth Brigade,
Kurtis Blow,
Guru Guru,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Drive Like Jehu,
Thee Headcoats,
Accadde A,
The Grass Roots,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bootsy Collins,
The Leaves,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Five Americans,
The Moody Blues,
L. Decosne,
Slave,
LL Cool J,
Bad Manners,
Pulsallama,
Television,
Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band.
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.