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 Panama and from Lyon.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Birthday Party to the jazz 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 Black Pus. All the underground hits.
All The New Christs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Axelrod record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Young Rascals record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dead Boys,
Goldenarms,
Rakim,
Loose Ends,
Warsaw,
Grauzone,
Mo-Dettes,
Ice-T,
Thompson Twins,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Suburban Knight,
Talk Talk,
The Count Five,
Motorama,
Cluster,
June of 44,
Hot Snakes,
Magma,
Nico,
Al Stewart,
The American Breed,
Terry Callier,
John Foxx,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Young Marble Giants,
Hardrive,
Malaria!,
Accadde A,
Lindisfarne,
Sparks,
Second Layer,
Brass Construction,
Toni Rubio,
The J.B.'s,
Mandrill,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Quando Quango,
Sixth Finger,
The Skatalites,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Scientists,
The Star Department,
The Techniques,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sun Ra,
Unwound,
Delta 5,
Intrusion,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Arab on Radar,
Josef K,
The Dirtbombs,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Pere Ubu,
Black Bananas,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Brick,
Sam Rivers,
Wasted Youth,
John Cale,
Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran.
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.