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 Fiji and from Copenhagen.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 guitar 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 Nation of Ulysses to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Eric B and Rakim. All the underground hits.
All 48th St. Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moebius 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
CMW,
ABBA,
The Buckinghams,
U.S. Maple,
Royal Trux,
The Associates,
Todd Terry,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Alarm Clocks,
Blancmange,
Skaos,
FM Einheit,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Tears for Fears,
Pussy Galore,
Icehouse,
China Crisis,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Delta 5,
Freddie Wadling,
Ituana,
Arthur Verocai,
Ultimate Spinach,
R.M.O.,
Gong,
The Invisible,
Ludus,
Gil Scott Heron,
Joe Finger,
Television,
Can,
The Dead C,
Albert Ayler,
Quadrant,
Erykah Badu,
the Human League,
The Seeds,
Peter and Kerry,
The Sisters of Mercy,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Negative Approach,
The Fire Engines,
The Blues Magoos,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Gang of Four,
The Cowsills,
Skriet,
Oblivians,
Crooked Eye,
Masters at Work,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Zeros,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sight & Sound,
MDC,
Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms.
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.