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 Marshall Islands and from Manila.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 harpsichord 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))) to the funk 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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band. All the underground hits.
All The Peanut Butter Conspiracy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dark Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pulsallama,
The Count Five,
Vainqueur,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sound Behaviour,
Kayak,
The Mojo Men,
Junior Murvin,
The Pretty Things,
Anthony Braxton,
Monks,
Anakelly,
The Busters,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Swell Maps,
The Electric Prunes,
Sonic Youth,
June of 44,
The Fire Engines,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ken Boothe,
The Gun Club,
Wings,
Crash Course in Science,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
ABBA,
The Neon Judgement,
Kaleidoscope,
Jesper Dahlback,
Clear Light,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Martian,
Grey Daturas,
Mo-Dettes,
Technova,
Underground Resistance,
Wasted Youth,
Carl Craig,
Lalo Schifrin,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Aloha Tigers,
The Detroit Cobras,
Scientists,
E-Dancer,
Alice Coltrane,
Flipper,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Derrick Morgan,
Bobby Byrd,
Spoonie Gee,
A Certain Ratio,
Wally Richardson,
Pole,
Fear,
Marmalade,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Aaron Thompson,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Knickerbockers,
Hashim,
Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc..
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.