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 Czech Republic and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago to the dance 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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry. All the underground hits.
All The Doobie Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 48th St. Collective 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Major Organ And The Adding Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masters at Work,
Icehouse,
Scott Walker,
Patti Smith,
Desert Stars,
Judy Mowatt,
Ultra Naté,
The Five Americans,
Fear,
Amon Düül II,
Janne Schatter,
Absolute Body Control,
Lakeside,
The J.B.'s,
Suburban Knight,
The Durutti Column,
Dawn Penn,
Hot Snakes,
Oblivians,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sun Ra,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Neon Judgement,
The Mojo Men,
Minor Threat,
The Music Machine,
The Invisible,
The Techniques,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Dark Day,
Black Flag,
David McCallum,
The Pretty Things,
Isaac Hayes,
Brick,
The Fugs,
Donny Hathaway,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
John Foxx,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Amazonics,
Alice Coltrane,
Sarah Menescal,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Robert Hood,
The Searchers,
The Modern Lovers,
Skarface,
Pylon,
Idris Muhammad,
T.S.O.L.,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
K-Klass,
The Mummies,
Black Moon,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Gun Club,
Pantytec,
Basic Channel,
The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers.
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.