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 Tajikistan and from Paris.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Au Pairs to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Bananas. All the underground hits.
All X-102 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tom Boy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liliput record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
FM Einheit,
Alice Coltrane,
Dead Boys,
The Neon Judgement,
Rod Modell,
The Grass Roots,
Leonard Cohen,
The Dead C,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Angry Samoans,
Eden Ahbez,
Barry Ungar,
Joe Smooth,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Stetsasonic,
Eric Dolphy,
Eve St. Jones,
Visage,
The Smiths,
Moebius,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Chris Corsano,
Byron Stingily,
Hardrive,
Godley & Creme,
Das Ding,
Fela Kuti,
The Angels of Light,
Joyce Sims,
Lungfish,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Traffic Nightmare,
Quadrant,
Donald Byrd,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Funkadelic,
Warren Ellis,
Los Fastidios,
JFA,
Johnny Osbourne,
Althea and Donna,
Idris Muhammad,
Mark Hollis,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Scan 7,
kango's stein massive,
The Flesh Eaters,
Blossom Toes,
Supertramp,
This Heat,
Sexual Harrassment,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Colin Newman,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Soul II Soul,
Jacques Brel,
Accadde A,
The Moody Blues,
Pharoah Sanders,
Suicide,
Black Pus,
Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol.
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.