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 Maldives 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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Agent Orange to the rock 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 Country Joe & The Fish. All the underground hits.
All PIL tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fugs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chrome record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispian St. Peters,
Curtis Mayfield,
Jeff Mills,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
CMW,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Graham Central Station,
K-Klass,
John Lydon,
Accadde A,
The Walker Brothers,
Yellowson,
Ten City,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Section 25,
Camberwell Now,
the Association,
The Zeros,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Albert Ayler,
Thompson Twins,
Rapeman,
Deakin,
Chris & Cosey,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sparks,
Agent Orange,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Angry Samoans,
The Tremeloes,
DJ Sneak,
Mad Mike,
Hardrive,
Dark Day,
Ultravox,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Danielle Patucci,
Ohio Players,
The Residents,
Fugazi,
One Last Wish,
UT,
Roxette,
Barry Ungar,
Kevin Saunderson,
Letta Mbulu,
Eddi Front,
Thee Headcoats,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Y Pants,
The Dave Clark Five,
June Days,
Liliput,
Boz Scaggs,
The Monochrome Set,
Wings,
Lou Reed,
The Offenders,
Donny Hathaway,
The Victims,
Malaria!,
In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect.
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.