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 Indonesia 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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Robert Palmer 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 Barclay James Harvest to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Bootsy Collins. All the underground hits.
All This Heat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vainqueur record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anthony Braxton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joey Negro,
Moby Grape,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Groovy Waters,
In Retrospect,
Khruangbin,
Pet Shop Boys,
Hardrive,
Yazoo,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sonic Youth,
The Smiths,
Robert Wyatt,
Roxy Music,
The Stooges,
Guru Guru,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Silicon Teens,
Erykah Badu,
Accadde A,
The Fortunes,
Japan,
Crispy Ambulance,
Blake Baxter,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
the Germs,
Minutemen,
Slick Rick,
Scientists,
Tim Buckley,
Arcadia,
Stetsasonic,
Bobby Hutcherson,
E-Dancer,
Anakelly,
Donald Byrd,
48th St. Collective,
The Sound,
Wire,
Minny Pops,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Kenny Larkin,
Jerry's Kids,
The Count Five,
Unwound,
Minnie Riperton,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Big Daddy Kane,
Underground Resistance,
The Divine Comedy,
Soft Cell,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Throbbing Gristle,
Chris & Cosey,
Bobby Byrd,
Patti Smith,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Skatalites,
The Saints,
Desert Stars,
Cymande,
Crime, Crime, Crime, Crime.
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.