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 Vanuatu and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Philadelphia.
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 chamberlin 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 The Fire Engines to the jazz 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 X-102. All the underground hits.
All Goldenarms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Don Cherry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 48th St. Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Count Five,
Kaleidoscope,
Sonic Youth,
Model 500,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Faust,
Sixth Finger,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Sonics,
Easy Going,
The United States of America,
Ossler,
The Real Kids,
Black Flag,
a-ha,
Duran Duran,
Sparks,
Lee Hazlewood,
Marshall Jefferson,
Icehouse,
Eric Copeland,
T. Rex,
Max Romeo,
Aswad,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ponytail,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Modern Lovers,
Moss Icon,
MC5,
Massinfluence,
Buzzcocks,
Negative Approach,
Lightning Bolt,
Nick Fraelich,
Barbara Tucker,
The Fall,
Bobby Byrd,
Fluxion,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Agitation Free,
ABBA,
Ludus,
The Gap Band,
Brick,
Soft Machine,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Gerry Rafferty,
Deakin,
The Leaves,
The Electric Prunes,
These Immortal Souls,
Clear Light,
Barclay James Harvest,
Mission of Burma,
The Techniques,
Procol Harum,
Tom Boy,
Adolescents,
Underground Resistance,
The Fugs,
Electric Prunes,
Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul.
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.