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 Belize and from Milan.
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 Salvador and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Darondo to the dance 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 Maleditus Sound. All the underground hits.
All Nico tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Barracudas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Jesus and Mary Chain record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Invisible,
Flamin' Groovies,
The United States of America,
Jeff Lynne,
The Blues Magoos,
Black Bananas,
Mo-Dettes,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Electric Prunes,
Sister Nancy,
Magazine,
Eric Dolphy,
Sugar Minott,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Darondo,
Skriet,
T.S.O.L.,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Easy Going,
R.M.O.,
Rufus Thomas,
The Last Poets,
Kevin Saunderson,
Jesper Dahlback,
Fear,
Das Ding,
AZ,
The J.B.'s,
Lightning Bolt,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Jandek,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Leonard Cohen,
Talk Talk,
John Holt,
Pere Ubu,
Roy Ayers,
Pharoah Sanders,
One Last Wish,
Mr. Review,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Brass Construction,
The Fuzztones,
Hashim,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Cabaret Voltaire,
In Retrospect,
Zero Boys,
Ultravox,
Delon & Dalcan,
Barclay James Harvest,
Black Flag,
Mandrill,
Drexciya,
The Residents,
Banda Bassotti,
Tim Buckley,
Harry Pussy,
The Mummies,
Stiv Bators,
Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller.
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.