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 Czech Republic and from Bologna.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Shuggie Otis to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Lalo Schifrin. All the underground hits.
All The Red Krayola tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Freddie Wadling 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jawbox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Little Man,
Letta Mbulu,
Glenn Branca,
Ituana,
The Kinks,
The Seeds,
LL Cool J,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
This Heat,
Interpol,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Heaven 17,
Infiniti,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
New Age Steppers,
Josef K,
Quando Quango,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Modern Lovers,
Barbara Tucker,
Organ,
Max Romeo,
Judy Mowatt,
Altered Images,
The United States of America,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Make Up,
Das Ding,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
These Immortal Souls,
Cecil Taylor,
Audionom,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Deepchord,
Laurel Aitken,
The Smoke,
T.S.O.L.,
Barrington Levy,
Moss Icon,
Boz Scaggs,
Pulsallama,
Mantronix,
Rotary Connection,
Terry Callier,
The Shadows of Knight,
UT,
Anthony Braxton,
The Standells,
Gerry Rafferty,
Dawn Penn,
Hashim,
Mandrill,
Symarip,
The Black Dice,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Q and Not U,
The Music Machine,
The Walker Brothers,
Terrestrial Tones,
EPMD,
The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators.
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.