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 Nauru and from Delhi.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 clarinet 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 Suicide 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 L. Decosne. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Osbourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joensuu 1685 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Toni Rubio,
Yellowson,
Roger Hodgson,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Pulsallama,
Unrelated Segments,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Cowsills,
Max Romeo,
Sexual Harrassment,
This Heat,
Patti Smith,
Black Sheep,
The Raincoats,
The Star Department,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sonny Sharrock,
Eric Dolphy,
Don Cherry,
Maleditus Sound,
The Saints,
Roxette,
Gil Scott Heron,
Panda Bear,
ABC,
10cc,
Flash Fearless,
DJ Style,
CMW,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Happenings,
Banda Bassotti,
Skarface,
the Swans,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lalann,
June Days,
Bang On A Can,
Derrick Morgan,
Ituana,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Theoretical Girls,
The Music Machine,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Rosa Yemen,
AZ,
Dennis Brown,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Dave Gahan,
Marvin Gaye,
Wings,
Connie Case,
Simply Red,
Ponytail,
Gang Green,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
UT,
Brand Nubian,
Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon.
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.