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 Taiwan and from Lyon.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Black Sheep to the disco 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 Altered Images. All the underground hits.
All Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every KRS-One record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Duran Duran record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Tommy Roe,
Bob Dylan,
Loose Ends,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Sonics,
Arab on Radar,
Angry Samoans,
Talk Talk,
Absolute Body Control,
Glambeats Corp.,
Marine Girls,
Nas,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Television Personalities,
Tropical Tobacco,
Simply Red,
John Coltrane,
Ken Boothe,
Fatback Band,
Flash Fearless,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Beau Brummels,
June of 44,
Cameo,
The Modern Lovers,
Janne Schatter,
Arcadia,
Archie Shepp,
The American Breed,
Kaleidoscope,
Bobby Byrd,
Desert Stars,
8 Eyed Spy,
Index,
Das Ding,
New Order,
The Gladiators,
Lower 48,
Marvin Gaye,
Brothers Johnson,
Faraquet,
The Stooges,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Fear,
Moebius,
Oneida,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Dirtbombs,
Ponytail,
Amon Düül,
Hasil Adkins,
The Blackbyrds,
Alphaville,
The Trojans,
Heaven 17,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Harpers Bizarre,
Panda Bear,
Erasure,
Soft Machine,
DJ Sneak,
Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat.
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.