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 Belarus and from Madrid.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 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 Black Bananas to the jazz 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 The Birthday Party. All the underground hits.
All Echo & the Bunnymen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jawbox record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Junior Murvin,
Quadrant,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Outsiders,
Lou Christie,
DJ Style,
Lower 48,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Fire Engines,
The Music Machine,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Skatalites,
Metal Thangz,
Roy Ayers,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
David McCallum,
Jandek,
Livin' Joy,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Wire,
Peter and Kerry,
Gabor Szabo,
Nas,
the Slits,
Robert Hood,
The Sonics,
Ultimate Spinach,
Pere Ubu,
Barclay James Harvest,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Ossler,
The Mighty Diamonds,
UT,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Smog,
Harpers Bizarre,
Vladislav Delay,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Wings,
MC5,
Khruangbin,
Zero Boys,
Wolf Eyes,
Gregory Isaacs,
Flipper,
Davy DMX,
Agent Orange,
Massinfluence,
Los Fastidios,
The Sisters of Mercy,
F. McDonald,
Sonny Sharrock,
Gang of Four,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Jerry's Kids,
Suburban Knight,
Eric Copeland,
The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras.
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.