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 Mauritania and from Winnipeg.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Fort Wilson Riot. All the underground hits.
All Danielle Patucci tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispian St. Peters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sandy B record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Whodini,
Kas Product,
Todd Terry,
Lyres,
The Five Americans,
Swell Maps,
The Zeros,
Basic Channel,
Pulsallama,
Inner City,
T.S.O.L.,
Japan,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
H. Thieme,
Stereo Dub,
Quadrant,
Rhythm & Sound,
Gang Starr,
Black Pus,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Can,
cv313,
The Offenders,
Black Moon,
Pantytec,
Icehouse,
Bluetip,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Eddi Front,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Albert Ayler,
The J.B.'s,
Vainqueur,
Index,
Camouflage,
Heaven 17,
Nick Fraelich,
John Holt,
The Music Machine,
Junior Murvin,
Unwound,
The Skatalites,
Electric Prunes,
Scrapy,
Television,
Kayak,
the Association,
Ossler,
Marshall Jefferson,
Joy Division,
Ronan,
Dead Boys,
Simply Red,
Davy DMX,
Wings,
Crispian St. Peters,
Marmalade,
Scion,
Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters.
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.