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 Vietnam 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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Sao Paulo.
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 rhodes 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 Scion to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Johnny Osbourne. All the underground hits.
All Throbbing Gristle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Banda Bassotti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flash Fearless record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Janne Schatter,
Howard Jones,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Moby Grape,
Echospace,
Vladislav Delay,
Grauzone,
Don Cherry,
The Young Rascals,
Model 500,
Pierre Henry,
The Doobie Brothers,
Roxette,
The Busters,
Ituana,
Michelle Simonal,
New Age Steppers,
Pere Ubu,
The Grass Roots,
A Certain Ratio,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Todd Rundgren,
Crash Course in Science,
Tim Buckley,
Television Personalities,
Skaos,
kango's stein massive,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Cecil Taylor,
Donny Hathaway,
Accadde A,
Connie Case,
Youth Brigade,
Reuben Wilson,
Derrick May,
Blossom Toes,
The Motions,
the Swans,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Raincoats,
The Standells,
Nirvana,
Soul II Soul,
Average White Band,
The Litter,
Simply Red,
Monks,
Mark Hollis,
DJ Sneak,
Arab on Radar,
Gang Gang Dance,
Slick Rick,
Robert Wyatt,
Qualms,
The Alarm Clocks,
Easy Going,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Index,
Bluetip,
Severed Heads,
Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma.
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.