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 Japan and from Lagos.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 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 Radio Birdman to the electroclash 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 Arthur Verocai. All the underground hits.
All Junior Murvin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Axelrod record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun City Girls,
Pussy Galore,
Tres Demented,
Urselle,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Camberwell Now,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sugar Minott,
Scion,
DNA,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Maurizio,
Suburban Knight,
Blossom Toes,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Scrapy,
The Saints,
Rod Modell,
Eric Copeland,
Motorama,
The Mummies,
The Happenings,
Soul II Soul,
The Sound,
The Misunderstood,
Nik Kershaw,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Zero Boys,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Average White Band,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
B.T. Express,
Black Bananas,
The Music Machine,
Fad Gadget,
Colin Newman,
ABBA,
James White and The Blacks,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Aural Exciters,
Icehouse,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bad Manners,
Soft Machine,
Interpol,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Rites of Spring,
L. Decosne,
Freddie Wadling,
Soulsonic Force,
A Flock of Seagulls,
K-Klass,
Charles Mingus,
Amon Düül,
Severed Heads,
Nirvana,
Dual Sessions,
The Modern Lovers,
Pylon,
Peter and Kerry,
Lou Reed,
Outsiders,
Buzzcocks,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five.
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.