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 India and from Tehran.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Tehran.
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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 punk 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 Sam Rivers. All the underground hits.
All Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang on a Can All-Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a kango's stein massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Copeland,
Reuben Wilson,
a-ha,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Pussy Galore,
The Searchers,
Pet Shop Boys,
MDC,
8 Eyed Spy,
Negative Approach,
Terrestrial Tones,
Eden Ahbez,
DJ Style,
Marshall Jefferson,
A Certain Ratio,
The Modern Lovers,
Inner City,
Los Fastidios,
The Happenings,
Delon & Dalcan,
the Normal,
Gang of Four,
Scrapy,
Ralphi Rosario,
Joe Finger,
The Buckinghams,
Funky Four + One,
Zapp,
Porter Ricks,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Circle Jerks,
The Gun Club,
Arthur Verocai,
Judy Mowatt,
Pantytec,
Technova,
Gil Scott Heron,
Radio Birdman,
Scratch Acid,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
the Germs,
Cluster,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Pretty Things,
The Associates,
Smog,
Con Funk Shun,
Eli Mardock,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Wally Richardson,
Eve St. Jones,
Scott Walker,
June of 44,
Khruangbin,
Hot Snakes,
Blake Baxter,
Mandrill,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Mo-Dettes,
The Neon Judgement,
Section 25,
Tres Demented,
The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs.
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.