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 Equatorial Guinea 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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Lou Reed 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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Echo & the Bunnymen. All the underground hits.
All Ken Boothe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultramagnetic MC's 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rufus Thomas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tim Buckley,
Kaleidoscope,
Michelle Simonal,
kango's stein massive,
The Residents,
The Names,
Don Cherry,
X-Ray Spex,
Isaac Hayes,
a-ha,
Masters at Work,
Bill Wells,
Connie Case,
Gabor Szabo,
Flamin' Groovies,
Television,
Magazine,
Todd Terry,
Rekid,
Peter and Kerry,
the Soft Cell,
Laurel Aitken,
Robert Hood,
Zero Boys,
Thee Headcoats,
Yellowson,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Robert Görl,
World's Most,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Deakin,
Sister Nancy,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
David Axelrod,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Easy Going,
Cecil Taylor,
Wasted Youth,
Crash Course in Science,
Talk Talk,
Japan,
The Durutti Column,
Mission of Burma,
E-Dancer,
Joy Division,
Bootsy Collins,
Eve St. Jones,
Ituana,
Soul Sonic Force,
B.T. Express,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Fire Engines,
Heaven 17,
Smog,
One Last Wish,
Steve Hackett,
Arthur Verocai,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru.
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.