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 Latvia and from Columbus.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 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 The Gories to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Joey Negro. All the underground hits.
All Joensuu 1685 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gladiators record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
KRS-One,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Janne Schatter,
Reuben Wilson,
Minor Threat,
Second Layer,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Mars,
The Young Rascals,
Stockholm Monsters,
Von Mondo,
Bush Tetras,
Absolute Body Control,
The Offenders,
Rufus Thomas,
Mad Mike,
Sam Rivers,
Porter Ricks,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Music Machine,
The Angels of Light,
Tim Buckley,
Dave Gahan,
The Smoke,
Boz Scaggs,
The American Breed,
U.S. Maple,
The Doors,
Cal Tjader,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Judy Mowatt,
Monks,
Khruangbin,
Idris Muhammad,
Cameo,
Malaria!,
Jeru the Damaja,
Eric Dolphy,
DNA,
Fela Kuti,
Los Fastidios,
Excepter,
Flash Fearless,
Warsaw,
Spandau Ballet,
Don Cherry,
Morten Harket,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Vogues,
Hardrive,
Lucky Dragons,
Moby Grape,
Bizarre Inc.,
Nick Fraelich,
The Evens,
The Monochrome Set,
Clear Light,
The Grass Roots,
Pere Ubu,
Smog,
Can, Can, Can, Can.
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.