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 East Timor and from Accra.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 snare 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 Flipper to the dance 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 The Blues Magoos. All the underground hits.
All The Residents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marcia Griffiths 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terror Squad Feat. Camron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blossom Toes,
The Stooges,
kango's stein massive,
the Sonics,
Nils Olav,
Urselle,
Fela Kuti,
Rekid,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Music Machine,
Throbbing Gristle,
Vladislav Delay,
The Cramps,
the Human League,
Absolute Body Control,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ronan,
Eric B and Rakim,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
DNA,
Hasil Adkins,
Scan 7,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sight & Sound,
Mo-Dettes,
Harmonia,
Brick,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lalann,
Interpol,
Pulsallama,
Soft Machine,
Blake Baxter,
The Index,
48th St. Collective,
Archie Shepp,
Albert Ayler,
New Order,
Grauzone,
Flash Fearless,
Altered Images,
Ituana,
U.S. Maple,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Monks,
Mandrill,
Yazoo,
Boogie Down Productions,
Black Flag,
Make Up,
The Gories,
Soulsonic Force,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Pagans,
Maleditus Sound,
The Smiths,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Red Krayola,
Skriet,
Visage,
Kas Product,
Pantaleimon,
Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection.
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.