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 Niger and from Edmonton.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 All-Stars to the punk 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 Faust. All the underground hits.
All Jandek tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Holt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter and Kerry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cymande,
Goldenarms,
Desert Stars,
Scion,
Lindisfarne,
Howard Jones,
Liliput,
June Days,
Radio Birdman,
Magma,
Byron Stingily,
Maurizio,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sound Behaviour,
Blancmange,
Quantec,
Terry Callier,
Zapp,
Pharoah Sanders,
Colin Newman,
Underground Resistance,
Chris Corsano,
Siglo XX,
The Black Dice,
The Birthday Party,
Icehouse,
L. Decosne,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Procol Harum,
Mad Mike,
Aloha Tigers,
Sugar Minott,
Kerrie Biddell,
Black Sheep,
The Saints,
T. Rex,
Franke,
Gastr Del Sol,
Urselle,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Searchers,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sällskapet,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lou Christie,
Jacques Brel,
R.M.O.,
Gang Gang Dance,
D'Angelo,
Livin' Joy,
Saccharine Trust,
Tubeway Army,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sex Pistols,
the Slits,
Josef K,
Mark Hollis,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Rakim,
Glambeats Corp.,
Johnny Osbourne,
Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions.
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.