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 Bahrain and from Copenhagen.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 linndrum 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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade to the rock 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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade. All the underground hits.
All The Dead C tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siglo XX record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pop Group record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Lydon,
The Wake,
Deadbeat,
Danielle Patucci,
Bootsy Collins,
Maleditus Sound,
Masters at Work,
Au Pairs,
Anthony Braxton,
Judy Mowatt,
Dark Day,
Rod Modell,
Minutemen,
Minny Pops,
the Slits,
Carl Craig,
Derrick Morgan,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Grey Daturas,
Albert Ayler,
David Bowie,
Q and Not U,
Little Man,
F. McDonald,
Hot Snakes,
Wings,
Whodini,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Joensuu 1685,
Deakin,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Scrapy,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sun City Girls,
Jeff Mills,
Marshall Jefferson,
Cymande,
Dead Boys,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Wasted Youth,
Faraquet,
Deepchord,
Ituana,
Bluetip,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Thompson Twins,
Roxy Music,
Jandek,
T.S.O.L.,
Agitation Free,
Chris Corsano,
Saccharine Trust,
Rapeman,
Con Funk Shun,
Reuben Wilson,
Ken Boothe,
Nirvana,
Black Moon,
Suburban Knight,
The Remains,
Marc Almond,
Eve St. Jones,
Prince Buster,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats.
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.