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 Equatorial Guinea and from Milan.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 chamberlin 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 Jacques Brel to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Altered Images. All the underground hits.
All Hoover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agitation Free record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kaleidoscope record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Interpol,
The Cowsills,
Ronan,
The Invisible,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Alarm Clocks,
Motorama,
Terrestrial Tones,
Cecil Taylor,
Pharoah Sanders,
Pulsallama,
Tommy Roe,
Warsaw,
The Doobie Brothers,
Public Enemy,
Outsiders,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Jacob Miller,
Roger Hodgson,
The Monks,
X-102,
Pet Shop Boys,
Chris & Cosey,
Sun City Girls,
The Beau Brummels,
Fort Wilson Riot,
DJ Style,
Gang Gang Dance,
Nirvana,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Moby Grape,
Japan,
Steve Hackett,
Shuggie Otis,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Excepter,
The Durutti Column,
The Dead C,
Funky Four + One,
Isaac Hayes,
Los Fastidios,
Stetsasonic,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Max Romeo,
Michelle Simonal,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Thompson Twins,
Electric Prunes,
The Fuzztones,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Aaron Thompson,
Make Up,
Vainqueur,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Alice Coltrane,
Gong,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
KRS-One,
Laurel Aitken,
Graham Central Station,
Minny Pops,
Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators.
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.