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 Rwanda and from Delhi.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the marimba 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 Crash Course in Science to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Real Kids. All the underground hits.
All Archie Shepp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stockholm Monsters 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord 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 rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hardrive,
Don Cherry,
Boogie Down Productions,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Birthday Party,
Rod Modell,
Jawbox,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Minnie Riperton,
Boz Scaggs,
Marvin Gaye,
Toni Rubio,
Graham Central Station,
Mission of Burma,
Joy Division,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Country Teasers,
Thee Headcoats,
Trumans Water,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Arthur Verocai,
Skarface,
Delon & Dalcan,
Eric Dolphy,
Suicide,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Adolescents,
David Bowie,
This Heat,
Isaac Hayes,
Derrick May,
Icehouse,
Harmonia,
Masters at Work,
Minny Pops,
Crash Course in Science,
Marine Girls,
The Happenings,
R.M.O.,
Altered Images,
Prince Buster,
Cecil Taylor,
The Beau Brummels,
Kevin Saunderson,
Negative Approach,
Jeru the Damaja,
X-Ray Spex,
Faraquet,
Jerry's Kids,
The Techniques,
The Martian,
Matthew Bourne,
Joyce Sims,
Todd Terry,
Junior Murvin,
Second Layer,
The Vogues,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Mars,
Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys.
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.