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 Micronesia and from Stockholm.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Grey Daturas to the grunge 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 Whodini. All the underground hits.
All Sonny Sharrock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Bowie record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The New Christs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camberwell Now,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Brass Construction,
Bluetip,
Soft Cell,
Yazoo,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Alton Ellis,
The Five Americans,
Erasure,
Ronnie Foster,
The Doobie Brothers,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Chris & Cosey,
Sun Ra,
Don Cherry,
Eric Dolphy,
U.S. Maple,
Howard Jones,
Alphaville,
the Normal,
Cecil Taylor,
Altered Images,
Sällskapet,
New York Dolls,
8 Eyed Spy,
Tommy Roe,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
10cc,
Iggy Pop,
Little Man,
Lower 48,
Jandek,
Trumans Water,
The Fortunes,
Das Ding,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Grass Roots,
Amon Düül,
Technova,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Malaria!,
Kenny Larkin,
Lalann,
Newcleus,
Von Mondo,
Popol Vuh,
Judy Mowatt,
Underground Resistance,
The Slackers,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Pantytec,
Aswad,
In Retrospect,
Ralphi Rosario,
Dave Gahan,
Warsaw,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Guru Guru,
Whodini,
R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O..
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.