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 Cambodia and from Tehran.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Edmonton.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 JFA to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Birthday Party. All the underground hits.
All CMW tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Dolphy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Beasts of Bourbon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Knickerbockers,
Hoover,
Absolute Body Control,
Anakelly,
The Doors,
Maleditus Sound,
Jacques Brel,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Mojo Men,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bobby Womack,
The Alarm Clocks,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Boredoms,
Flipper,
Bush Tetras,
PIL,
Deepchord,
Von Mondo,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Parry Music,
The Young Rascals,
Nation of Ulysses,
Al Stewart,
The Misunderstood,
Nirvana,
The Remains,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Howard Jones,
Severed Heads,
Barry Ungar,
Gabor Szabo,
Stereo Dub,
X-101,
Interpol,
F. McDonald,
Moss Icon,
Sound Behaviour,
The Vogues,
Junior Murvin,
Henry Cow,
The Moleskins,
Danielle Patucci,
Ronnie Foster,
Quadrant,
Monks,
Matthew Bourne,
Glenn Branca,
Scientists,
Isaac Hayes,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Human League,
Quando Quango,
Sparks,
Warsaw,
The Five Americans,
Jawbox,
Can,
Rekid,
The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos.
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.