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 Armenia and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 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 Flamin' Groovies to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Flesh Eaters. All the underground hits.
All The Martian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every LL Cool J record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rahsaan Roland Kirk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heaven 17,
Donald Byrd,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ituana,
Television,
Zero Boys,
Man Eating Sloth,
Archie Shepp,
Ken Boothe,
The Misunderstood,
Malaria!,
Subhumans,
Rotary Connection,
Arcadia,
Television Personalities,
Sam Rivers,
Motorama,
Unwound,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Gap Band,
Pharoah Sanders,
Pantaleimon,
Jimmy McGriff,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Gichy Dan,
L. Decosne,
Wally Richardson,
Ten City,
Deadbeat,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Techniques,
Freddie Wadling,
Electric Prunes,
Isaac Hayes,
Kenny Larkin,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Dead Boys,
The Blackbyrds,
OOIOO,
X-101,
Barry Ungar,
The J.B.'s,
Lalann,
Sex Pistols,
Boogie Down Productions,
Ronnie Foster,
Outsiders,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Tomorrow,
Thee Headcoats,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bobby Womack,
Thompson Twins,
Kayak,
The Tremeloes,
Jawbox,
David McCallum,
Scratch Acid,
Radiohead,
Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet.
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.