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 Zambia and from London.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Bang On A Can to the crunk 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 Pulsallama. All the underground hits.
All Nick Fraelich tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sixth Finger record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DJ Sneak record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fela Kuti,
Ultravox,
John Cale,
Swans,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Fugs,
Brass Construction,
Bauhaus,
Gerry Rafferty,
Easy Going,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
kango's stein massive,
Mark Hollis,
DNA,
June Days,
Steve Hackett,
the Normal,
Sixth Finger,
The Human League,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Matthew Bourne,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Dawn Penn,
Tommy Roe,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Danielle Patucci,
The Happenings,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Misunderstood,
Accadde A,
The Durutti Column,
Tomorrow,
Patti Smith,
Guru Guru,
DJ Style,
Eden Ahbez,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Visage,
Scrapy,
Fat Boys,
Television,
Wolf Eyes,
Fear,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Vogues,
Arthur Verocai,
Intrusion,
Chris & Cosey,
Barclay James Harvest,
Royal Trux,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Robert Wyatt,
The Victims,
Susan Cadogan,
Mad Mike,
Iggy Pop,
Robert Hood,
The Doobie Brothers,
Nik Kershaw,
Audionom, Audionom, Audionom, Audionom.
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.