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 Burundi and from New York.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 sitar 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 Cosmic Jokers to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Motions. All the underground hits.
All Traffic Nightmare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris Corsano record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Victims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joyce Sims,
Aswad,
Dawn Penn,
Black Flag,
Public Enemy,
Angry Samoans,
Guru Guru,
Moss Icon,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Archie Shepp,
Franke,
KRS-One,
New York Dolls,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The American Breed,
Michelle Simonal,
Brick,
Hashim,
PIL,
Mr. Review,
Mars,
Lalo Schifrin,
Vainqueur,
OOIOO,
Gong,
Organ,
Graham Central Station,
The Star Department,
June of 44,
Jeff Lynne,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sun City Girls,
Silicon Teens,
Duran Duran,
The Gun Club,
Arab on Radar,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Dave Gahan,
Qualms,
The Doors,
New Age Steppers,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Kas Product,
Donald Byrd,
Average White Band,
This Heat,
Alton Ellis,
ABBA,
Terry Callier,
James White and The Blacks,
Nico,
Bronski Beat,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Porter Ricks,
Nirvana,
Half Japanese,
Thee Headcoats,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Amon Düül II,
L. Decosne,
Smog,
Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi.
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.