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 Ireland and from Halifax.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the oboe 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 Sun Ra to the grime 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 Zero Boys. All the underground hits.
All Negative Approach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every EPMD 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Barracudas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül II,
Tears for Fears,
Q and Not U,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sister Nancy,
JFA,
Bronski Beat,
Eric Dolphy,
Harmonia,
Au Pairs,
a-ha,
Nick Fraelich,
Delta 5,
Warsaw,
Peter & Gordon,
Shoche,
The Detroit Cobras,
Iggy Pop,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The American Breed,
John Lydon,
Loose Ends,
The Cowsills,
The Residents,
Malaria!,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Kenny Larkin,
Prince Buster,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Crash Course in Science,
The Moody Blues,
KRS-One,
Stereo Dub,
The Doors,
The Litter,
Traffic Nightmare,
Fat Boys,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
This Heat,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Fela Kuti,
Quadrant,
The Blues Magoos,
Siglo XX,
Byron Stingily,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
the Soft Cell,
Maurizio,
A Certain Ratio,
Rotary Connection,
Black Bananas,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Techniques,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Clear Light,
The Gladiators,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Slackers,
Japan,
Maleditus Sound,
Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle.
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.