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 Maldives and from Woodstock.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 kango's stein massive to the funk 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 Q65. All the underground hits.
All Jacques Brel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispy Ambulance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kas Product,
Mandrill,
Jeff Lynne,
Sun Ra,
Ornette Coleman,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Mark Hollis,
The Busters,
Matthew Halsall,
Black Moon,
ABBA,
Spoonie Gee,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Masters at Work,
Yellowson,
John Coltrane,
Pharoah Sanders,
Aloha Tigers,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sight & Sound,
Nik Kershaw,
Unrelated Segments,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Eli Mardock,
Newcleus,
Maurizio,
Black Pus,
Big Daddy Kane,
Grey Daturas,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Aswad,
Skarface,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Saints,
The Golliwogs,
James White and The Blacks,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Rufus Thomas,
The Slits,
Section 25,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Dual Sessions,
The Move,
Aaron Thompson,
Pylon,
Tom Boy,
Gong,
La Düsseldorf,
Cybotron,
Ultravox,
the Human League,
Cameo,
Faraquet,
Man Eating Sloth,
Kevin Saunderson,
The J.B.'s,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Soulsonic Force,
Amazonics,
Lakeside,
Japan, Japan, Japan, Japan.
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.