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 Zambia and from Woodstock.
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 Salvador and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 harpsichord 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 Barracudas to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Crooked Eye. All the underground hits.
All Leonard Cohen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blossom Toes 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Maleditus Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Negative Approach,
Oneida,
Sandy B,
Archie Shepp,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lucky Dragons,
Porter Ricks,
Masters at Work,
Tommy Roe,
Amon Düül,
Lalann,
Kurtis Blow,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Brand Nubian,
F. McDonald,
John Lydon,
Infiniti,
Pussy Galore,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Chrome,
Metal Thangz,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Avey Tare,
Rapeman,
The Fall,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Godley & Creme,
The Black Dice,
The Blackbyrds,
ABBA,
The Grass Roots,
Mr. Review,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Absolute Body Control,
Derrick May,
EPMD,
The Pretty Things,
Make Up,
Half Japanese,
Aswad,
China Crisis,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Evens,
Lou Reed,
Yusef Lateef,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
A Certain Ratio,
Barbara Tucker,
Mars,
PIL,
Fifty Foot Hose,
These Immortal Souls,
Kerri Chandler,
L. Decosne,
This Heat,
The Remains,
Fatback Band,
Slick Rick,
The Techniques,
Skriet,
Stockholm Monsters,
Echospace,
Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps.
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.