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 Guyana and from Philadelphia.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 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 Black Bananas to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Roxy Music. All the underground hits.
All Bobbi Humphrey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gabor Szabo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Angels of Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Isaac Hayes,
Dual Sessions,
Q65,
Eric Dolphy,
Joy Division,
Andrew Hill,
The Five Americans,
Bootsy Collins,
Bill Wells,
Susan Cadogan,
The Alarm Clocks,
Royal Trux,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The New Christs,
Aaron Thompson,
Rod Modell,
Brothers Johnson,
Soul II Soul,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Jandek,
Radiohead,
Joe Finger,
Nick Fraelich,
Sound Behaviour,
Don Cherry,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Severed Heads,
Mr. Review,
Pharoah Sanders,
Yellowson,
Brand Nubian,
Howard Jones,
The Remains,
Tom Boy,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Massinfluence,
Robert Wyatt,
The Birthday Party,
Barry Ungar,
Pussy Galore,
Qualms,
K-Klass,
Cluster,
Skriet,
Ohio Players,
The Evens,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Blake Baxter,
Radio Birdman,
the Sonics,
The Blues Magoos,
Rekid,
Maurizio,
The Motions,
Average White Band,
Procol Harum,
CMW,
Faraquet,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
the Normal, the Normal, the Normal, the Normal.
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.