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 Costa Rica and from Hong Kong.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 güiro 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 Bush Tetras to the punk 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Ten City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Bananas 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 rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rekid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marcia Griffiths,
Don Cherry,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Victims,
Throbbing Gristle,
K-Klass,
The Zeros,
Gang of Four,
Fugazi,
Cal Tjader,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Gabor Szabo,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Duran Duran,
Average White Band,
Das Ding,
Sällskapet,
The Invisible,
Franke,
Hasil Adkins,
Silicon Teens,
the Slits,
Deakin,
DJ Style,
The Pretty Things,
Sonic Youth,
Livin' Joy,
Spandau Ballet,
The Moleskins,
Lyres,
Letta Mbulu,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Underground Resistance,
Jandek,
Rod Modell,
Pet Shop Boys,
Trumans Water,
Bobby Sherman,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Scan 7,
The Gap Band,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Kaleidoscope,
Parry Music,
Connie Case,
Dead Boys,
Skarface,
DJ Sneak,
Erasure,
Pulsallama,
The Modern Lovers,
Kerri Chandler,
Fluxion,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Unwound,
The Smoke,
DNA,
Minnie Riperton,
Symarip,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Groovy Waters,
Althea and Donna,
The Mojo Men,
Smog, Smog, Smog, Smog.
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.