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 Finland and from Portland.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Alice Coltrane to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Idris Muhammad. All the underground hits.
All Faraquet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every One Last Wish 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Section 25,
The Walker Brothers,
Gabor Szabo,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Interpol,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Marvin Gaye,
DJ Sneak,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Mad Mike,
Joy Division,
The Buckinghams,
Royal Trux,
Bill Wells,
Faraquet,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Joe Finger,
Barbara Tucker,
Deadbeat,
Dead Boys,
Sexual Harrassment,
Byron Stingily,
Tomorrow,
U.S. Maple,
John Foxx,
Gang Gang Dance,
Black Sheep,
cv313,
Deepchord,
Roxette,
The Gun Club,
Fluxion,
Sällskapet,
The Grass Roots,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Aaron Thompson,
Wally Richardson,
Todd Terry,
Silicon Teens,
Sparks,
CMW,
Jandek,
Charles Mingus,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Cal Tjader,
Ossler,
Eddi Front,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Gichy Dan,
Tim Buckley,
Lucky Dragons,
Jeff Lynne,
Livin' Joy,
The Blues Magoos,
The Mojo Men,
The Sisters of Mercy,
the Normal,
Alice Coltrane,
Kas Product,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Curtis Mayfield,
Shoche, Shoche, Shoche, Shoche.
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.