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 Bhutan and from Hong Kong.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Portland.
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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Ponytail to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Yellowson. All the underground hits.
All Eric Copeland tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lower 48 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Massinfluence record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Moody Blues,
Bootsy Collins,
Section 25,
Mo-Dettes,
The Slits,
The Residents,
A Certain Ratio,
Ornette Coleman,
Scientists,
Harpers Bizarre,
Frankie Knuckles,
Symarip,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Gregory Isaacs,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ken Boothe,
Circle Jerks,
Chris & Cosey,
Matthew Bourne,
The Fortunes,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Eric B and Rakim,
Minny Pops,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Flipper,
MC5,
Rekid,
Janne Schatter,
The Alarm Clocks,
Drive Like Jehu,
OOIOO,
Quantec,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Oneida,
Can,
June Days,
Slick Rick,
Vainqueur,
ABBA,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The American Breed,
Agent Orange,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bronski Beat,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Quadrant,
Danielle Patucci,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Nico,
David Axelrod,
Steve Hackett,
Fad Gadget,
Ronnie Foster,
Joyce Sims,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Busters,
Patti Smith,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Suburban Knight,
Rapeman,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy.
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.