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 Nauru and from Portland.
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 Accra and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Severed Heads to the rock 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 The Toasters. All the underground hits.
All Pylon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zero Boys 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Smog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rakim,
Graham Central Station,
Hasil Adkins,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lower 48,
Lindisfarne,
Alton Ellis,
The Leaves,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
China Crisis,
Nico,
John Foxx,
Fear,
Charles Mingus,
Ornette Coleman,
Maurizio,
Bobby Womack,
Index,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lou Reed,
Eddi Front,
Yazoo,
The Gun Club,
Ultra Naté,
Interpol,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Urselle,
Neu!,
Dawn Penn,
Second Layer,
Schoolly D,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Guru Guru,
Kool Moe Dee,
Subhumans,
Tom Boy,
Angry Samoans,
Pere Ubu,
Television,
Aswad,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
D'Angelo,
Piero Umiliani,
Eric Copeland,
Soft Cell,
X-Ray Spex,
The Misunderstood,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Public Enemy,
Saccharine Trust,
AZ,
The Monochrome Set,
Q and Not U,
Dead Boys,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
the Germs,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Stockholm Monsters,
Don Cherry,
Blake Baxter,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Unwound, Unwound, Unwound, Unwound.
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.