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 Belgium and from Woodstock.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 It's A Beautiful Day to the disco 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 Eden Ahbez. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every De La Soul & Jungle Brothers 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Parry Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Jimmy McGriff,
Jerry Gold Smith,
T. Rex,
Ronnie Foster,
Pussy Galore,
Quando Quango,
The Modern Lovers,
Gang Green,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Deakin,
Sound Behaviour,
The Last Poets,
Clear Light,
Guru Guru,
Camouflage,
Sun Ra,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Youth Brigade,
The Alarm Clocks,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Mandrill,
Deepchord,
H. Thieme,
The Sonics,
Zapp,
KRS-One,
Bluetip,
New York Dolls,
Bob Dylan,
Schoolly D,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Pop Group,
Quantec,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Massinfluence,
UT,
The Litter,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Pantaleimon,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sällskapet,
Pere Ubu,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Grandmaster Flash,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Essential Logic,
Josef K,
Saccharine Trust,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Rotary Connection,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lower 48,
June Days,
Roxette,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Amon Düül II,
Lalo Schifrin,
Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne.
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.