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 Poland and from Seoul.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 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 Kurtis Blow to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Grauzone. All the underground hits.
All The Fuzztones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mad Mike record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Royal Family And The Poor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anthony Braxton,
Boredoms,
Scion,
Monks,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Drexciya,
the Soft Cell,
John Holt,
The Gun Club,
Boz Scaggs,
The Fugs,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Warren Ellis,
Rekid,
Kaleidoscope,
EPMD,
Los Fastidios,
Tommy Roe,
Scratch Acid,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Zapp,
Jandek,
Supertramp,
Minnie Riperton,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bush Tetras,
Rites of Spring,
Dorothy Ashby,
a-ha,
Robert Görl,
Duran Duran,
Schoolly D,
R.M.O.,
The Slits,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Happenings,
La Düsseldorf,
Eric Dolphy,
The Real Kids,
Donald Byrd,
Tropical Tobacco,
Man Eating Sloth,
Harmonia,
The Music Machine,
Lalo Schifrin,
Massinfluence,
Godley & Creme,
Bobby Sherman,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Unwound,
Ludus,
Porter Ricks,
Country Teasers,
Sparks,
Marine Girls,
Public Image Ltd.,
Andrew Hill,
Steve Hackett,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme.
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.