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 Colombia and from Madrid.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade to the grunge 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 EPMD. All the underground hits.
All The Wake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siouxsie and the Banshees record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Janne Schatter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Procol Harum,
Maurizio,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Gichy Dan,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Rakim,
Soft Machine,
Bobby Hutcherson,
New York Dolls,
Avey Tare,
Shoche,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Residents,
Cal Tjader,
Al Stewart,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Chris Corsano,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Von Mondo,
The Standells,
Jerry's Kids,
Boogie Down Productions,
UT,
Robert Hood,
DJ Style,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Offenders,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Black Dice,
The Mojo Men,
Monolake,
The Misunderstood,
Drive Like Jehu,
Urselle,
Hashim,
The Mummies,
Technova,
Colin Newman,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Black Flag,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Peter & Gordon,
Magma,
Yazoo,
The Human League,
H. Thieme,
The Dead C,
Sonny Sharrock,
the Germs,
Josef K,
Simply Red,
Loose Ends,
Silicon Teens,
Infiniti,
It's A Beautiful Day,
the Slits,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lalann,
Sister Nancy,
EPMD, EPMD, EPMD, EPMD.
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.