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 Sudan and from Mexico City.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 clarinet 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 Archie Shepp to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Public Image Ltd.. All the underground hits.
All Manfred Mann's Earth Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Charles Mingus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quando Quango record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Hutcherson,
Easy Going,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Leonard Cohen,
Freddie Wadling,
Blancmange,
Eddi Front,
F. McDonald,
Thee Headcoats,
Organ,
Gabor Szabo,
Hasil Adkins,
Kevin Saunderson,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Gang Starr,
Moss Icon,
The Neon Judgement,
New York Dolls,
Gregory Isaacs,
World's Most,
Marine Girls,
Piero Umiliani,
Oneida,
Sex Pistols,
OOIOO,
Roy Ayers,
Barclay James Harvest,
Von Mondo,
Silicon Teens,
Mary Jane Girls,
Aloha Tigers,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Monks,
Khruangbin,
Bush Tetras,
Joensuu 1685,
Lou Reed,
The Pretty Things,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Little Man,
Lyres,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
48th St. Collective,
Interpol,
Ludus,
Con Funk Shun,
Pharoah Sanders,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Offenders,
Au Pairs,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Hashim,
The Stooges,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Supertramp,
Pylon,
Cymande,
Pet Shop Boys,
Audionom,
Dave Gahan,
The Gap Band,
Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid.
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.