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 Nigeria and from Philadelphia.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Mexico City.
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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the snare 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 Oblivians to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Rod Modell. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy's Rubber Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Knickerbockers,
Barclay James Harvest,
Dead Boys,
Joensuu 1685,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Q65,
The Fortunes,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Basic Channel,
The Cowsills,
Metal Thangz,
Marine Girls,
Skarface,
Idris Muhammad,
Banda Bassotti,
Rapeman,
Deadbeat,
Eric Dolphy,
Chris & Cosey,
John Cale,
Danielle Patucci,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Brand Nubian,
Don Cherry,
Chrome,
Girls At Our Best!,
Organ,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Tropical Tobacco,
Michelle Simonal,
Ossler,
Pierre Henry,
The Blues Magoos,
Black Pus,
The Last Poets,
Ituana,
Freddie Wadling,
The Grass Roots,
CMW,
The Pretty Things,
Minor Threat,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
F. McDonald,
Section 25,
The Moleskins,
The United States of America,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Crispian St. Peters,
Con Funk Shun,
Cal Tjader,
Interpol,
Shuggie Otis,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Glenn Branca,
10cc,
Niagra,
Andrew Hill,
a-ha,
Bobby Byrd,
Inner City,
B.T. Express,
Minny Pops,
Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside.
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.