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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Salvador.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 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 Patti Smith to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Pole. All the underground hits.
All Joyce Sims 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 punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Enemy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eurythmics,
Trumans Water,
Quantec,
Moss Icon,
Donald Byrd,
The Modern Lovers,
Unwound,
Marvin Gaye,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Kas Product,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Flesh Eaters,
Barbara Tucker,
Sandy B,
Surgeon,
Groovy Waters,
David McCallum,
Pet Shop Boys,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Camberwell Now,
Gil Scott Heron,
John Cale,
Quando Quango,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lee Hazlewood,
DJ Sneak,
The Dave Clark Five,
Mad Mike,
Metal Thangz,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bush Tetras,
Oblivians,
The Evens,
Suburban Knight,
Todd Terry,
The Last Poets,
Young Marble Giants,
The Victims,
The Saints,
Khruangbin,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Prince Buster,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sonic Youth,
JFA,
Index,
the Sonics,
Pagans,
the Fania All-Stars,
Vladislav Delay,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Rotary Connection,
Stereo Dub,
The Move,
Donny Hathaway,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Leaves,
Davy DMX,
This Heat,
Robert Hood,
Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus.
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.