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 Guyana and from Spokane.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 organ 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 Doors to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Toasters. All the underground hits.
All Susan Cadogan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sexual Harrassment record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kenny Larkin,
Donny Hathaway,
Buzzcocks,
Aloha Tigers,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Symarip,
The Blues Magoos,
Bootsy Collins,
UT,
Radiopuhelimet,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Hashim,
Peter and Kerry,
The Black Dice,
The Slits,
Nas,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Y Pants,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Albert Ayler,
John Foxx,
Ludus,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Neil Young,
Alison Limerick,
JFA,
John Coltrane,
Nation of Ulysses,
Cybotron,
Terrestrial Tones,
Faust,
Cal Tjader,
Sam Rivers,
Rod Modell,
Nico,
Black Pus,
Rufus Thomas,
Camberwell Now,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Black Flag,
Throbbing Gristle,
Metal Thangz,
Fatback Band,
In Retrospect,
the Soft Cell,
PIL,
Crash Course in Science,
Mark Hollis,
Kerri Chandler,
Yaz,
The Names,
The Walker Brothers,
Sixth Finger,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Rotary Connection,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Real Kids,
Scratch Acid,
The Beau Brummels,
Fad Gadget,
Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer.
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.