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 Turkmenistan and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 New Christs 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 Jawbox. All the underground hits.
All Eric Dolphy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lucky Dragons record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Green record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crime,
Subhumans,
Derrick May,
Crash Course in Science,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Television,
DNA,
the Association,
Scan 7,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lindisfarne,
The Seeds,
cv313,
Shoche,
Freddie Wadling,
Quantec,
Stockholm Monsters,
Organ,
The Real Kids,
Yellowson,
David Bowie,
Howard Jones,
Todd Rundgren,
Silicon Teens,
The Raincoats,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Q and Not U,
Ice-T,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Gap Band,
Ultra Naté,
Pulsallama,
The Velvet Underground,
Harry Pussy,
Peter and Kerry,
Animal Collective,
These Immortal Souls,
Robert Hood,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Vladislav Delay,
Procol Harum,
Zapp,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Eddi Front,
Kurtis Blow,
Ronan,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sparks,
Bush Tetras,
Thee Headcoats,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Neu!,
Los Fastidios,
The United States of America,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Young Rascals,
Lebanon Hanover,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis.
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.