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 Austria and from Hong Kong.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 organ 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 Louis and Bebe Barron to the rock 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 The Young Rascals. All the underground hits.
All Moss Icon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gichy Dan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faraquet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kas Product,
Das Ding,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Lungfish,
The Angels of Light,
Funkadelic,
Aural Exciters,
Cybotron,
Angry Samoans,
Intrusion,
Deakin,
Banda Bassotti,
Patti Smith,
Jeff Lynne,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Rod Modell,
the Germs,
Schoolly D,
Sight & Sound,
Terrestrial Tones,
Boz Scaggs,
EPMD,
Grandmaster Flash,
Pussy Galore,
Barrington Levy,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bang On A Can,
The Fortunes,
Pantytec,
48th St. Collective,
Ossler,
Bluetip,
The Blackbyrds,
Todd Rundgren,
Brick,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Michelle Simonal,
Harry Pussy,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Techniques,
Joe Finger,
Lower 48,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Cecil Taylor,
Andrew Hill,
Hoover,
Deepchord,
Fugazi,
Ornette Coleman,
Icehouse,
Ralphi Rosario,
Radiopuhelimet,
Cheater Slicks,
The Pop Group,
OOIOO,
Lyres,
Swell Maps,
Nik Kershaw,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Black Bananas,
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.