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 Algeria and from Bremen.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 clarinet 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 Public Image Ltd. to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band. All the underground hits.
All Joe Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Stooges 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Clear Light,
Arthur Verocai,
Liliput,
Chrome,
Gang Gang Dance,
Man Parrish,
Althea and Donna,
Flipper,
The Searchers,
Sex Pistols,
Ituana,
Godley & Creme,
LL Cool J,
John Foxx,
Toni Rubio,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Moss Icon,
Mr. Review,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Black Bananas,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Dead C,
Ronan,
Minny Pops,
The Gladiators,
Zapp,
Robert Hood,
Au Pairs,
Sight & Sound,
The Skatalites,
T.S.O.L.,
Tomorrow,
Pantytec,
Bill Wells,
The Angels of Light,
Newcleus,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
U.S. Maple,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Wasted Youth,
Pet Shop Boys,
Johnny Clarke,
Howard Jones,
Radiohead,
Procol Harum,
Ralphi Rosario,
Crispian St. Peters,
Yaz,
Delon & Dalcan,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Wire,
Bootsy Collins,
The Evens,
Moebius,
Neil Young,
Wings,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Boz Scaggs,
Lou Reed,
Echospace,
New Age Steppers,
The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues.
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.