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 Nepal and from Portland.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Wings 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 The Jesus and Mary Chain. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anakelly record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kenny Larkin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Standells,
Tears for Fears,
The Neon Judgement,
John Coltrane,
Sarah Menescal,
Curtis Mayfield,
Spandau Ballet,
New Age Steppers,
Skarface,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Schoolly D,
Bobby Byrd,
Idris Muhammad,
Public Image Ltd.,
Von Mondo,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Modern Lovers,
The Gladiators,
Spoonie Gee,
Mantronix,
Absolute Body Control,
Chris Corsano,
Gastr Del Sol,
Intrusion,
Nik Kershaw,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
David McCallum,
These Immortal Souls,
Marc Almond,
The Durutti Column,
Moss Icon,
ABC,
Mr. Review,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Neil Young,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Residents,
the Soft Cell,
Flash Fearless,
B.T. Express,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
R.M.O.,
Minnie Riperton,
Aaron Thompson,
Pet Shop Boys,
Jawbox,
Hoover,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Aswad,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Negative Approach,
Dawn Penn,
Trumans Water,
Second Layer,
Peter & Gordon,
Inner City,
Subhumans,
Accadde A,
The Barracudas,
The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines.
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.