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 Belarus and from Philadelphia.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 harpsichord 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 Bobby Byrd to the disco 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 Juan Atkins. All the underground hits.
All UT tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heaven 17 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 a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glenn Branca record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fifty Foot Hose,
Simply Red,
The Misunderstood,
Dennis Brown,
The Mummies,
10cc,
Ituana,
Neu!,
The Gun Club,
Robert Wyatt,
D'Angelo,
Nas,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
David McCallum,
Ohio Players,
Moebius,
Youth Brigade,
Popol Vuh,
Banda Bassotti,
Procol Harum,
Connie Case,
Michelle Simonal,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Alphaville,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Parry Music,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Slick Rick,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Marshall Jefferson,
Kas Product,
Godley & Creme,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Darondo,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Clear Light,
Thee Headcoats,
Black Pus,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Offenders,
The Happenings,
Cecil Taylor,
Gabor Szabo,
Goldenarms,
Bootsy Collins,
Mandrill,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Fugazi,
Spoonie Gee,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Grass Roots,
Sound Behaviour,
Cal Tjader,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
David Axelrod,
the Germs,
Sam Rivers,
Mr. Review,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Cure,
Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson.
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.