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 Togo and from Copenhagen.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 June of 44 to the punk 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 World's Most. All the underground hits.
All U.S. Maple tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Motorama record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marine Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cabaret Voltaire,
Robert Hood,
Loose Ends,
Kerri Chandler,
Inner City,
Neu!,
Quando Quango,
Jandek,
Henry Cow,
the Bar-Kays,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Velvet Underground,
World's Most,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Sonics,
Scion,
Shuggie Otis,
Scrapy,
Subhumans,
Dave Gahan,
Godley & Creme,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Qualms,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bob Dylan,
Fela Kuti,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Raincoats,
Agitation Free,
Steve Hackett,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Fire Engines,
Yaz,
Wasted Youth,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Skaos,
Guru Guru,
Mary Jane Girls,
New York Dolls,
the Association,
UT,
The Vogues,
Nik Kershaw,
Girls At Our Best!,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Kurtis Blow,
Model 500,
The Slackers,
Jerry's Kids,
Duran Duran,
The Misunderstood,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Con Funk Shun,
Barclay James Harvest,
Carl Craig,
Stiv Bators,
EPMD,
Ronnie Foster,
Morten Harket,
Procol Harum,
Ultimate Spinach,
Mission of Burma,
The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola.
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.