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 Antigua and from Sao Paulo.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 theremin 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 Qualms to the dance 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 T. Rex. All the underground hits.
All The Red Krayola tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flamin' Groovies 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Niagra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Rundgren,
Sonic Youth,
Ultravox,
June of 44,
The Cramps,
Bill Wells,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Qualms,
Cluster,
Crispian St. Peters,
Fela Kuti,
Audionom,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Sonics,
The Names,
John Coltrane,
Accadde A,
The United States of America,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Scrapy,
The Litter,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Kas Product,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Misunderstood,
Susan Cadogan,
The Stooges,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Livin' Joy,
Trumans Water,
Davy DMX,
Tubeway Army,
The Alarm Clocks,
Gil Scott Heron,
Peter & Gordon,
The Searchers,
The Cowsills,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Alice Coltrane,
Massinfluence,
The Dirtbombs,
Banda Bassotti,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Newcleus,
Negative Approach,
The Index,
Stiv Bators,
Cheater Slicks,
Jacques Brel,
Scan 7,
Procol Harum,
The Standells,
Lakeside,
Cecil Taylor,
Organ,
The Motions,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Big Daddy Kane,
Unrelated Segments,
Nirvana,
The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans.
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.