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 Paraguay and from Seoul.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 güiro 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 The Toasters to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Malaria!. All the underground hits.
All The Gap Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June of 44 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nils Olav record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camberwell Now,
Cluster,
The Fire Engines,
Young Marble Giants,
Excepter,
Lou Christie,
Andrew Hill,
Kerri Chandler,
the Swans,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Crime,
John Coltrane,
The Shadows of Knight,
Davy DMX,
The Gladiators,
The Vogues,
Alice Coltrane,
Popol Vuh,
Clear Light,
CMW,
The Gun Club,
La Düsseldorf,
Lucky Dragons,
The Neon Judgement,
Kevin Saunderson,
It's A Beautiful Day,
June Days,
Second Layer,
Pere Ubu,
Marvin Gaye,
Fat Boys,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
T.S.O.L.,
The Monochrome Set,
Scrapy,
DNA,
Howard Jones,
Black Flag,
Sun Ra,
Pole,
Vladislav Delay,
Joensuu 1685,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Motions,
One Last Wish,
Arab on Radar,
The Star Department,
JFA,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Slick Rick,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Eurythmics,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Black Pus,
Joey Negro,
Crooked Eye,
Lyres,
Von Mondo,
Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks.
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.