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 Nigeria and from Milan.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Robert Wyatt to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Gian Franco Pienzio. All the underground hits.
All Sunsets and Hearts tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ponytail 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 güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eyeless In Gaza record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Massinfluence,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ultra Naté,
Idris Muhammad,
K-Klass,
The Standells,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Byron Stingily,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
E-Dancer,
Jesper Dahlback,
Moss Icon,
Unwound,
Iggy Pop,
Los Fastidios,
Faraquet,
Half Japanese,
John Holt,
The Victims,
Funkadelic,
The Mojo Men,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Soft Machine,
Fatback Band,
Gang Starr,
Junior Murvin,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Eden Ahbez,
Rufus Thomas,
H. Thieme,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Litter,
Don Cherry,
Average White Band,
Derrick Morgan,
James White and The Blacks,
Donny Hathaway,
the Sonics,
Bobby Sherman,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Clear Light,
Aswad,
Funky Four + One,
JFA,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Barry Ungar,
Bob Dylan,
Kas Product,
Radio Birdman,
Pussy Galore,
Outsiders,
Interpol,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Yusef Lateef,
Wire,
Pharoah Sanders,
Radiohead,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Symarip,
Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson.
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.