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 Eritrea and from Jakarta.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 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 Jerry Gold Smith to the grime 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 New Age Steppers. All the underground hits.
All Liaisons Dangereuses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Buckinghams 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agent Orange,
Scan 7,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Jacques Brel,
Silicon Teens,
Mad Mike,
The American Breed,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Eric B and Rakim,
Interpol,
The Doors,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Dave Gahan,
Nas,
Thompson Twins,
Radiopuhelimet,
Man Parrish,
Bootsy Collins,
Bush Tetras,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Blackbyrds,
UT,
Television Personalities,
Hardrive,
Ken Boothe,
The New Christs,
Glenn Branca,
MDC,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Wally Richardson,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Traffic Nightmare,
Bronski Beat,
Shuggie Otis,
Talk Talk,
Rapeman,
Nick Fraelich,
Yusef Lateef,
Aural Exciters,
Wire,
Bill Wells,
The Litter,
Model 500,
The Evens,
DJ Sneak,
Danielle Patucci,
Banda Bassotti,
Peter and Kerry,
Alton Ellis,
Pagans,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Fatback Band,
Urselle,
Panda Bear,
Ronnie Foster,
Guru Guru,
L. Decosne,
The Standells,
Eurythmics,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Maleditus Sound,
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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.