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 Guinea and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 Spokane and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 MDC to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Slits. All the underground hits.
All The Kinks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Howard Jones 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jimmy McGriff record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lakeside,
T.S.O.L.,
Bang On A Can,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Stereo Dub,
Animal Collective,
Anakelly,
Crime,
Nirvana,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sam Rivers,
Skriet,
The Last Poets,
Sandy B,
Bill Near,
Aural Exciters,
Joyce Sims,
Blossom Toes,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Spandau Ballet,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Jandek,
Tres Demented,
Black Flag,
Junior Murvin,
Ossler,
Black Sheep,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
ABBA,
Zero Boys,
The Associates,
The Fugs,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Excepter,
Oblivians,
The Buckinghams,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Steve Hackett,
Maleditus Sound,
the Bar-Kays,
Eric B and Rakim,
A Certain Ratio,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Barry Ungar,
Ralphi Rosario,
Todd Rundgren,
The Motions,
Television,
AZ,
Lower 48,
Ohio Players,
Accadde A,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Curtis Mayfield,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Busters,
Rapeman,
Morten Harket,
L. Decosne,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
EPMD, EPMD, EPMD, EPMD.
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.