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 Serbia and from Bologna.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 oboe 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 Sun Ra 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 Siglo XX. All the underground hits.
All DJ Style tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drexciya 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a In Retrospect record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Max Romeo,
Ultra Naté,
Scientists,
The Vogues,
Barclay James Harvest,
Warsaw,
Robert Hood,
Y Pants,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
X-102,
Michelle Simonal,
Prince Buster,
Girls At Our Best!,
Cal Tjader,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Tomorrow,
Avey Tare,
Niagra,
Black Flag,
Television Personalities,
Pylon,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Minnie Riperton,
Wings,
KRS-One,
Shuggie Otis,
Leonard Cohen,
The Associates,
Animal Collective,
Interpol,
Tres Demented,
Janne Schatter,
Pussy Galore,
Buzzcocks,
The Five Americans,
Grauzone,
The Cowsills,
Black Sheep,
L. Decosne,
Fatback Band,
New Order,
Ten City,
Ossler,
Eric B and Rakim,
Agent Orange,
Boogie Down Productions,
Subhumans,
The Buckinghams,
Bootsy Collins,
Royal Trux,
The Slackers,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Rekid,
T. Rex,
Index,
Monolake,
Kenny Larkin,
Essential Logic,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon.
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.