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 Gabon and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 chamberlin 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 Standells to the rock 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 Second Layer. All the underground hits.
All Black Moon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Interpol record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Charles Mingus,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
cv313,
Throbbing Gristle,
Gastr Del Sol,
Roy Ayers,
The Smoke,
H. Thieme,
New Age Steppers,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
China Crisis,
New Order,
The Walker Brothers,
Goldenarms,
The Neon Judgement,
Max Romeo,
Rapeman,
U.S. Maple,
Drive Like Jehu,
Television Personalities,
Tommy Roe,
Interpol,
The Victims,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Jandek,
48th St. Collective,
The Fire Engines,
Index,
Soft Machine,
Laurel Aitken,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
A Certain Ratio,
Gang Starr,
R.M.O.,
Flipper,
Tom Boy,
The Trojans,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Hoover,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
the Soft Cell,
Soul II Soul,
Malaria!,
Inner City,
Royal Trux,
Roxy Music,
The Golliwogs,
Big Daddy Kane,
Fugazi,
Minny Pops,
Wally Richardson,
The Angels of Light,
Outsiders,
Scientists,
Eurythmics,
The Cramps,
Hashim,
Camberwell Now,
Ponytail,
Patti Smith,
Marcia Griffiths,
June Days,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane.
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.