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 Russia and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 rhodes 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 Drive Like Jehu to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Metal Thangz. All the underground hits.
All Sparks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Parry Music record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dead C record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Negative Approach,
Section 25,
Minutemen,
Cymande,
Make Up,
Mandrill,
Ralphi Rosario,
Outsiders,
Jawbox,
Wings,
Motorama,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Pantaleimon,
Sister Nancy,
Tomorrow,
June Days,
Juan Atkins,
Deakin,
the Fania All-Stars,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Von Mondo,
Fat Boys,
The Residents,
The Cramps,
Aaron Thompson,
Josef K,
Byron Stingily,
Mad Mike,
Infiniti,
Radiohead,
Minnie Riperton,
Porter Ricks,
Prince Buster,
The Leaves,
The Human League,
Joe Finger,
Lyres,
Rotary Connection,
Cluster,
The Associates,
John Lydon,
Bronski Beat,
Max Romeo,
Ohio Players,
E-Dancer,
the Human League,
The Monks,
Ronan,
Circle Jerks,
Hashim,
Schoolly D,
Lou Christie,
Electric Prunes,
Alison Limerick,
Pierre Henry,
Ten City,
The Black Dice,
The Mummies,
Q and Not U,
Pole,
Magma,
The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band.
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.