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 Papua New Guinea and from Bologna.
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 Johannesburg and Manila.
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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Pere Ubu to the jazz 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 Ten City. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Bourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Supertramp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Desert Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare,
R.M.O.,
Joensuu 1685,
Reuben Wilson,
Drive Like Jehu,
Little Man,
Iggy Pop,
Gang of Four,
Subhumans,
Sixth Finger,
Gichy Dan,
Black Pus,
Minor Threat,
Hot Snakes,
Roxette,
Kerrie Biddell,
Infiniti,
Talk Talk,
The Doors,
The American Breed,
The Black Dice,
New Order,
Darondo,
Kerri Chandler,
Agent Orange,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bob Dylan,
Girls At Our Best!,
Aaron Thompson,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ultravox,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Alice Coltrane,
Organ,
Fatback Band,
Arthur Verocai,
Scientists,
The Misunderstood,
10cc,
Faust,
The Gories,
Khruangbin,
Technova,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Sound,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The New Christs,
Spoonie Gee,
Silicon Teens,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Roxy Music,
Sun City Girls,
Ponytail,
Bang On A Can,
48th St. Collective,
Sandy B,
China Crisis,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Index, The Index, The Index, The Index.
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.