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 Lebanon 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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 rhodes 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 Rotary Connection to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Bobby Sherman. All the underground hits.
All The Associates tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boz Scaggs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Joe & The Fish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tropical Tobacco,
Monks,
Jandek,
The Trojans,
Charles Mingus,
K-Klass,
Public Image Ltd.,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Velvet Underground,
Maurizio,
Swans,
Dave Gahan,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Beau Brummels,
The Blackbyrds,
Freddie Wadling,
Country Joe & The Fish,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Eve St. Jones,
Lyres,
China Crisis,
the Normal,
Erykah Badu,
Duran Duran,
E-Dancer,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Excepter,
Jimmy McGriff,
Roxy Music,
Leonard Cohen,
Cymande,
The Smoke,
Thompson Twins,
Los Fastidios,
Pet Shop Boys,
Radiohead,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sister Nancy,
Byron Stingily,
Brick,
Reuben Wilson,
Brass Construction,
Pussy Galore,
Barbara Tucker,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Star Department,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Funky Four + One,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Funkadelic,
The Move,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Leaves,
The Knickerbockers,
Wasted Youth,
Subhumans,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lucky Dragons,
Michelle Simonal,
Anakelly,
Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks.
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.