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 Mozambique and from Winnipeg.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 sitar 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 L. Decosne to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Johnny Osbourne. All the underground hits.
All The Doors tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlbäck record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Real Kids,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Silicon Teens,
Kerri Chandler,
Unrelated Segments,
Hoover,
Rosa Yemen,
The Doors,
Sparks,
Harpers Bizarre,
Nico,
Lakeside,
Blancmange,
Matthew Bourne,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Nick Fraelich,
D'Angelo,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
David Bowie,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Grass Roots,
Soft Machine,
Albert Ayler,
The Remains,
Man Parrish,
The Gladiators,
Marshall Jefferson,
Model 500,
Bobby Sherman,
Mars,
Sugar Minott,
F. McDonald,
Agitation Free,
Alton Ellis,
Sister Nancy,
Bronski Beat,
Nils Olav,
Frankie Knuckles,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Deakin,
Piero Umiliani,
Josef K,
Isaac Hayes,
The Trojans,
Patti Smith,
Marmalade,
U.S. Maple,
Idris Muhammad,
James White and The Blacks,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ice-T,
T.S.O.L.,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Section 25,
Popol Vuh,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Au Pairs,
Depeche Mode,
Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound.
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.