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 Fiji and from Glasgow.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 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 Infiniti to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry. All the underground hits.
All Boz Scaggs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dead C 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Raincoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soulsonic Force,
Japan,
Whodini,
June Days,
Boredoms,
Erasure,
The Fugs,
Delta 5,
Hot Snakes,
Crispy Ambulance,
the Bar-Kays,
Niagra,
Lightning Bolt,
Pagans,
Kerrie Biddell,
Spoonie Gee,
Alphaville,
Sam Rivers,
Delon & Dalcan,
Gang of Four,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Frankie Knuckles,
Skarface,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Skriet,
Erykah Badu,
Tommy Roe,
Sonic Youth,
Matthew Bourne,
Jesper Dahlback,
Loose Ends,
Bill Wells,
Warsaw,
The Offenders,
Lyres,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
the Normal,
The Fuzztones,
The Slackers,
The Blues Magoos,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Black Moon,
Von Mondo,
Electric Prunes,
T. Rex,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Ossler,
James White and The Blacks,
Gil Scott Heron,
Ice-T,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Althea and Donna,
Henry Cow,
Young Marble Giants,
Agent Orange,
Franke,
Albert Ayler,
Sixth Finger,
Animal Collective,
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.