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 Bolivia and from Bremen.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Mo-Dettes to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Bobby Womack. All the underground hits.
All Bang on a Can All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vladislav Delay record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sister Nancy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Don Cherry,
Nik Kershaw,
Danielle Patucci,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Zeros,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Martian,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Red Krayola,
Aural Exciters,
Mark Hollis,
Peter and Kerry,
Black Moon,
Intrusion,
The Doobie Brothers,
Wings,
DNA,
Sun City Girls,
Harmonia,
The Invisible,
DJ Style,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Monks,
The Real Kids,
ABBA,
The Barracudas,
Young Marble Giants,
One Last Wish,
Deakin,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Laurel Aitken,
Severed Heads,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
New York Dolls,
Kayak,
Terry Callier,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lindisfarne,
Barry Ungar,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Piero Umiliani,
The Busters,
Mary Jane Girls,
Josef K,
Susan Cadogan,
The Toasters,
Crispian St. Peters,
Oneida,
Cluster,
Camouflage,
Boogie Down Productions,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Saccharine Trust,
The New Christs,
Tim Buckley,
Reagan Youth,
Blake Baxter,
The Last Poets,
AZ,
Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett.
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.