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 United Kingdom and from Glasgow.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Tears for Fears to the crunk 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 D'Angelo. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül II tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boogie Down Productions 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Animal Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Von Mondo,
The Pretty Things,
Tropical Tobacco,
cv313,
Bang On A Can,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Birthday Party,
Robert Wyatt,
Nick Fraelich,
Yazoo,
Man Parrish,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Misunderstood,
Dennis Brown,
Eric Copeland,
Sun City Girls,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Reuben Wilson,
Desert Stars,
Black Pus,
Black Flag,
Gang Gang Dance,
LL Cool J,
Al Stewart,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Toasters,
Flipper,
Moebius,
The Monochrome Set,
Davy DMX,
Cybotron,
Magma,
Pantytec,
The Velvet Underground,
Massinfluence,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Make Up,
David Bowie,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Silicon Teens,
Alton Ellis,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Offenders,
The American Breed,
Warsaw,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
New York Dolls,
Jacob Miller,
Steve Hackett,
Theoretical Girls,
Tomorrow,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Roxette,
E-Dancer,
Arcadia,
Half Japanese,
Spandau Ballet,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna.
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.