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 Comoros and from Tehran.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Captain Beefheart 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 techno 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 In Retrospect. All the underground hits.
All Sound Behaviour tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool Moe Dee record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lindisfarne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boogie Down Productions,
David McCallum,
Roy Ayers,
Yazoo,
Skriet,
Nation of Ulysses,
Malaria!,
Nik Kershaw,
The Names,
Cecil Taylor,
Harmonia,
La Düsseldorf,
The Beau Brummels,
Arcadia,
JFA,
10cc,
Throbbing Gristle,
a-ha,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Archie Shepp,
Kurtis Blow,
Bizarre Inc.,
Andrew Hill,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Standells,
Pet Shop Boys,
Jacob Miller,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Matthew Bourne,
Moby Grape,
Dead Boys,
AZ,
Loose Ends,
Whodini,
Jerry's Kids,
the Germs,
Todd Terry,
Bobby Byrd,
Visage,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Janne Schatter,
Jawbox,
The Fortunes,
The Birthday Party,
Don Cherry,
Amazonics,
Rapeman,
Funkadelic,
The Offenders,
Prince Buster,
Eurythmics,
Heaven 17,
Banda Bassotti,
Adolescents,
Dark Day,
Thompson Twins,
The American Breed,
Barclay James Harvest,
Gil Scott Heron,
Ralphi Rosario,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Young Rascals,
Drive Like Jehu,
It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day.
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.