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 Honduras and from Mumbai.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 synthesizer 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 Suburban Knight to the dance 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 Sunsets and Hearts. All the underground hits.
All The Doobie Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Freddie Wadling 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 '70s.
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 Duran Duran record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marcia Griffiths,
Dead Boys,
Josef K,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Quadrant,
Dawn Penn,
Essential Logic,
The Gap Band,
Silicon Teens,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Tomorrow,
Depeche Mode,
Ken Boothe,
10cc,
Blake Baxter,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Organ,
Yellowson,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Black Dice,
Anthony Braxton,
DNA,
Jawbox,
the Association,
Index,
Schoolly D,
Television Personalities,
La Düsseldorf,
Delon & Dalcan,
Prince Buster,
Junior Murvin,
Shoche,
Reagan Youth,
Flash Fearless,
Gabor Szabo,
T.S.O.L.,
Bill Near,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Neil Young,
Hoover,
Sonic Youth,
Scott Walker,
Tropical Tobacco,
Tres Demented,
The Star Department,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Eric Dolphy,
X-Ray Spex,
Crooked Eye,
The Associates,
Barry Ungar,
Matthew Halsall,
Nick Fraelich,
Archie Shepp,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Little Man,
Gang Starr,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Evens,
Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick.
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.