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 Iceland and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 guitar 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 The Invisible to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids. All the underground hits.
All Severed Heads tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monochrome Set 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Pus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Near,
The Beau Brummels,
Jimmy McGriff,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Dave Clark Five,
Grey Daturas,
Bush Tetras,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
New Age Steppers,
Amon Düül,
Animal Collective,
Oneida,
Gang Starr,
The Zeros,
Rotary Connection,
Nils Olav,
Lower 48,
The United States of America,
The Fire Engines,
the Human League,
The Neon Judgement,
The Busters,
Altered Images,
Patti Smith,
The Happenings,
Radio Birdman,
Jandek,
The Tremeloes,
Alphaville,
Eurythmics,
Main Source,
Magma,
Schoolly D,
The Leaves,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Second Layer,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Laurel Aitken,
Yaz,
Hasil Adkins,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Marine Girls,
Ronnie Foster,
Kerrie Biddell,
Robert Hood,
Black Sheep,
The Buckinghams,
Dawn Penn,
Minny Pops,
Sällskapet,
CMW,
Davy DMX,
June of 44,
Moby Grape,
Ralphi Rosario,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Circle Jerks,
Soul II Soul,
Black Flag,
Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim.
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.