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 Slovenia and from Mexico City.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 güiro 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 Interpol to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Beau Brummels. All the underground hits.
All The Doobie Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalo Schifrin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
E-Dancer,
F. McDonald,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Detroit Cobras,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sonny Sharrock,
Leonard Cohen,
Marshall Jefferson,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Dave Clark Five,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Flash Fearless,
Jacques Brel,
Jesper Dahlback,
Judy Mowatt,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Pylon,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Smiths,
Rufus Thomas,
Motorama,
Brand Nubian,
The Leaves,
Michelle Simonal,
The Star Department,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Isaac Hayes,
Fatback Band,
Organ,
Bill Near,
Yazoo,
Thee Headcoats,
Mission of Burma,
ABC,
Public Enemy,
Gastr Del Sol,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Kas Product,
Hot Snakes,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Massinfluence,
Mr. Review,
Y Pants,
Matthew Bourne,
Television Personalities,
10cc,
Hoover,
Malaria!,
Yusef Lateef,
Lou Reed,
Pantaleimon,
The Sonics,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Rakim,
the Human League,
Icehouse,
Bang On A Can,
Glenn Branca,
Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore.
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.