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 Bulgaria and from Delhi.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 harpsichord 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 Maleditus Sound to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Suicide. All the underground hits.
All Pantaleimon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Chocolate Watch Band 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Archie Shepp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cymande,
Desert Stars,
Half Japanese,
Ohio Players,
Minutemen,
Barrington Levy,
Eden Ahbez,
Panda Bear,
Unwound,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Pop Group,
The Dave Clark Five,
Chrome,
Das Ding,
The Velvet Underground,
David McCallum,
Rites of Spring,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bill Wells,
The Remains,
The Offenders,
The Techniques,
The Evens,
Vainqueur,
Public Enemy,
The Searchers,
Derrick Morgan,
Dawn Penn,
Oneida,
Alison Limerick,
Talk Talk,
Altered Images,
Urselle,
Robert Wyatt,
Echospace,
PIL,
Young Marble Giants,
Joyce Sims,
Quadrant,
the Swans,
Tommy Roe,
Grey Daturas,
The Associates,
The Blues Magoos,
Barry Ungar,
Animal Collective,
The Move,
Mr. Review,
Arthur Verocai,
Kool Moe Dee,
Rekid,
The Alarm Clocks,
K-Klass,
Ice-T,
Wire,
Organ,
Wings,
B.T. Express,
Qualms,
Eric Dolphy,
Zero Boys,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Zapp,
Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty.
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.