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 Marshall Islands and from Tehran.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Stockholm.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the oboe 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 Country Teasers to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Isaac Hayes. All the underground hits.
All Isaac Hayes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Average White Band 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Steve Hackett record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Infiniti,
the Fania All-Stars,
John Coltrane,
Jeff Mills,
Arab on Radar,
Altered Images,
Television Personalities,
Ultravox,
Tres Demented,
Agitation Free,
The Names,
Hardrive,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Visage,
John Holt,
Clear Light,
Inner City,
Jerry's Kids,
Piero Umiliani,
Ituana,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Pantytec,
Gichy Dan,
Juan Atkins,
Black Sheep,
The Barracudas,
Lalo Schifrin,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Swell Maps,
Monks,
MC5,
Grandmaster Flash,
Frankie Knuckles,
Franke,
Ronnie Foster,
Terry Callier,
Bang On A Can,
Japan,
Scratch Acid,
Grey Daturas,
Sarah Menescal,
Soft Machine,
Mantronix,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Brass Construction,
Girls At Our Best!,
Siglo XX,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bob Dylan,
Magma,
Fatback Band,
Kaleidoscope,
Drive Like Jehu,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Saccharine Trust,
Pantaleimon,
Joey Negro,
Jacob Miller,
Sister Nancy,
Junior Murvin,
Mark Hollis,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux.
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.