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 Albania and from Philadelphia.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 synthesizer 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 Sexual Harrassment to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Sonny Sharrock. All the underground hits.
All Flamin' Groovies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fluxion 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 rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grey Daturas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
U.S. Maple,
Mandrill,
the Sonics,
The Walker Brothers,
Terry Callier,
Fatback Band,
Television,
Public Enemy,
D'Angelo,
Lyres,
Surgeon,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Infiniti,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Tres Demented,
Joy Division,
Neu!,
Grey Daturas,
Scion,
The Cowsills,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Loose Ends,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Sound,
The Vogues,
Magazine,
The Moleskins,
Absolute Body Control,
Ossler,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Funky Four + One,
Kerrie Biddell,
Nirvana,
B.T. Express,
Cabaret Voltaire,
EPMD,
the Fania All-Stars,
Grauzone,
Half Japanese,
Rites of Spring,
The Toasters,
Skriet,
Mr. Review,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Todd Terry,
Los Fastidios,
Pole,
Roxy Music,
Kas Product,
The Litter,
Althea and Donna,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Jandek,
Kaleidoscope,
Josef K,
kango's stein massive,
David Axelrod,
Bobby Sherman,
Aswad, Aswad, Aswad, Aswad.
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.