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 Mongolia and from Seoul.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Theoretical Girls to the rap 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 Alarm Clocks. All the underground hits.
All Wally Richardson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun City Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minnie Riperton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young,
Urselle,
Zero Boys,
Harmonia,
Jerry's Kids,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Malaria!,
Robert Wyatt,
Brand Nubian,
Ralphi Rosario,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Slits,
the Bar-Kays,
Sex Pistols,
Black Flag,
Arab on Radar,
Alphaville,
Massinfluence,
The Sonics,
Bizarre Inc.,
Gastr Del Sol,
Wally Richardson,
The Names,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Minor Threat,
Crispian St. Peters,
Alice Coltrane,
The Happenings,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Dark Day,
Blancmange,
Iggy Pop,
Bluetip,
Andrew Hill,
Basic Channel,
Junior Murvin,
Boredoms,
Johnny Osbourne,
Moby Grape,
Chris & Cosey,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Kerri Chandler,
Rotary Connection,
Marvin Gaye,
ABC,
Yusef Lateef,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Organ,
Hasil Adkins,
Prince Buster,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
T.S.O.L.,
Accadde A,
Jawbox,
Jandek,
One Last Wish,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Kerrie Biddell,
Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu.
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.