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 Niger and from Manila.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Tokyo.
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 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 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 Metal Thangz to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Nils Olav. All the underground hits.
All Mars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Absolute Body Control record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yaz,
Young Marble Giants,
Pet Shop Boys,
Severed Heads,
Aural Exciters,
Kerri Chandler,
Spandau Ballet,
Ice-T,
Black Moon,
Gang of Four,
48th St. Collective,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Unwound,
The Knickerbockers,
Tommy Roe,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Mandrill,
Sparks,
the Normal,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Zeros,
Rufus Thomas,
Bluetip,
Albert Ayler,
The Remains,
Television Personalities,
Angry Samoans,
Soulsonic Force,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Eric Copeland,
The Seeds,
John Coltrane,
Jacques Brel,
The Durutti Column,
Avey Tare,
Lou Reed,
Symarip,
This Heat,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Joe Finger,
The American Breed,
Eddi Front,
Iggy Pop,
Ornette Coleman,
Slave,
Roger Hodgson,
Morten Harket,
Grey Daturas,
Duran Duran,
The Fuzztones,
Accadde A,
Goldenarms,
Bobby Womack,
Soul II Soul,
Minor Threat,
Robert Wyatt,
Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson.
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.