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 Romania and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Gang Starr to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All the Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Joe & The Fish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anthony Braxton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siglo XX,
Prince Buster,
The Music Machine,
kango's stein massive,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Black Dice,
Monks,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Vainqueur,
Kayak,
Lou Christie,
Soulsonic Force,
Motorama,
John Cale,
The Count Five,
Pole,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Joensuu 1685,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Stooges,
Das Ding,
Silicon Teens,
Hoover,
Mr. Review,
June of 44,
Ronnie Foster,
Gang Starr,
Donald Byrd,
Hasil Adkins,
Easy Going,
Dawn Penn,
Eric Copeland,
Todd Rundgren,
Soft Machine,
Urselle,
Television Personalities,
The Names,
Vladislav Delay,
Country Teasers,
Davy DMX,
LL Cool J,
Lakeside,
Tubeway Army,
Scan 7,
Tim Buckley,
KRS-One,
Pylon,
Infiniti,
Marcia Griffiths,
Bill Wells,
Kerri Chandler,
Negative Approach,
ABC,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Monochrome Set,
Soul II Soul,
Rufus Thomas,
Goldenarms,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Cure,
Charles Mingus,
Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U.
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.