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 Micronesia and from Taipei.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Warsaw to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Schoolly D. All the underground hits.
All Laurel Aitken tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every These Immortal Souls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David McCallum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Residents,
Ken Boothe,
The Red Krayola,
Altered Images,
Bronski Beat,
Royal Trux,
Graham Central Station,
Nirvana,
The Last Poets,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Deakin,
Alphaville,
Main Source,
Moebius,
Barry Ungar,
The Count Five,
The Standells,
Don Cherry,
Carl Craig,
Sight & Sound,
Ludus,
Patti Smith,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Nils Olav,
World's Most,
The Velvet Underground,
Tomorrow,
Boredoms,
The Cowsills,
The Gladiators,
The Monks,
Man Parrish,
Aswad,
Mr. Review,
Essential Logic,
Piero Umiliani,
Aloha Tigers,
Mantronix,
Qualms,
Wolf Eyes,
Aural Exciters,
ABC,
X-Ray Spex,
kango's stein massive,
The New Christs,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Adolescents,
Mission of Burma,
Neil Young,
Y Pants,
Fat Boys,
the Association,
Al Stewart,
Mad Mike,
Crispy Ambulance,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Moss Icon,
K-Klass,
Fluxion,
Pere Ubu,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Slits,
Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees.
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.