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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Beijing.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Quadrant to the dance 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 Kerri Chandler. All the underground hits.
All Nirvana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skaos 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 '60s 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 the Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Happenings,
Tres Demented,
Livin' Joy,
The Black Dice,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Q and Not U,
Fatback Band,
Newcleus,
Yusef Lateef,
Tears for Fears,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Procol Harum,
UT,
Rhythm & Sound,
Joey Negro,
Gabor Szabo,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Thee Headcoats,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Beau Brummels,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Nico,
Maurizio,
Eric Copeland,
Warsaw,
Suicide,
Bush Tetras,
Ultimate Spinach,
Liliput,
Ten City,
the Human League,
Barry Ungar,
Robert Hood,
The Smiths,
the Germs,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Real Kids,
Letta Mbulu,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bluetip,
Kurtis Blow,
The Raincoats,
Scan 7,
Inner City,
Qualms,
New Age Steppers,
Lungfish,
Davy DMX,
Sun City Girls,
Funky Four + One,
Oblivians,
Index,
Jerry's Kids,
Groovy Waters,
Chris & Cosey,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy.
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.