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 Nepal and from Woodstock.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Shadows of Knight to the funk 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 Moebius. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barbara Tucker record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Clear Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Electric Prunes,
Tomorrow,
The Dirtbombs,
Pantaleimon,
Mary Jane Girls,
Infiniti,
Tropical Tobacco,
Subhumans,
Smog,
Rekid,
Au Pairs,
Alice Coltrane,
June Days,
Slick Rick,
Interpol,
Blossom Toes,
Bang On A Can,
Panda Bear,
Gil Scott Heron,
Wally Richardson,
The Move,
Marc Almond,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Divine Comedy,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ludus,
Eve St. Jones,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Guru Guru,
The New Christs,
Mark Hollis,
Man Eating Sloth,
Camberwell Now,
Monks,
Livin' Joy,
Fad Gadget,
Malaria!,
Eden Ahbez,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Mojo Men,
Schoolly D,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
New Order,
Junior Murvin,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Moebius,
Lakeside,
Amon Düül,
The Real Kids,
Ken Boothe,
The Victims,
Brand Nubian,
Kas Product,
Eddi Front,
Colin Newman,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Pole,
Nirvana,
Angry Samoans,
Scan 7,
T.S.O.L.,
Radiopuhelimet,
Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music.
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.