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 Algeria and from Sao Paulo.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Tim Buckley to the electroclash 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 Aural Exciters. All the underground hits.
All Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deadbeat,
Traffic Nightmare,
Unwound,
Frankie Knuckles,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Reuben Wilson,
Parry Music,
In Retrospect,
Eurythmics,
Sugar Minott,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Wings,
The Barracudas,
Banda Bassotti,
Rapeman,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Desert Stars,
Alton Ellis,
OOIOO,
Oneida,
Robert Wyatt,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
FM Einheit,
Avey Tare,
Connie Case,
Slave,
Roger Hodgson,
Ultimate Spinach,
David McCallum,
Lou Christie,
Althea and Donna,
Graham Central Station,
The Moleskins,
Skaos,
8 Eyed Spy,
Nils Olav,
Marvin Gaye,
Moss Icon,
Tom Boy,
Joensuu 1685,
Lindisfarne,
Circle Jerks,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Mighty Diamonds,
a-ha,
Trumans Water,
The Monks,
Q and Not U,
New Age Steppers,
Aloha Tigers,
The Toasters,
Ralphi Rosario,
Moebius,
Cecil Taylor,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The American Breed,
Boz Scaggs,
Fear,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf.
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.