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 Cameroon and from Calgary.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Echo & the Bunnymen to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Khruangbin. All the underground hits.
All Scientists tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Dolphy 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Standells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Can,
Mo-Dettes,
Monks,
Parry Music,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Jerry's Kids,
Maleditus Sound,
Letta Mbulu,
Panda Bear,
Pantaleimon,
Morten Harket,
The Misunderstood,
Sällskapet,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Groovy Waters,
Absolute Body Control,
The Fuzztones,
The Remains,
Khruangbin,
The Modern Lovers,
Banda Bassotti,
Kerri Chandler,
Rapeman,
Guru Guru,
Television,
Quando Quango,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sarah Menescal,
Eric Dolphy,
Tears for Fears,
Camberwell Now,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Davy DMX,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Eve St. Jones,
Siglo XX,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Boz Scaggs,
Skriet,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Delta 5,
Half Japanese,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Das Ding,
The Golliwogs,
Man Eating Sloth,
Electric Prunes,
Gong,
Subhumans,
Blake Baxter,
Cecil Taylor,
Marshall Jefferson,
Michelle Simonal,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Deadbeat,
A Certain Ratio,
X-Ray Spex,
Connie Case,
Crash Course in Science,
Susan Cadogan,
The Evens,
Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan.
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.