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 Switzerland 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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 clarinet 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 Ossler to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Sonic Youth. All the underground hits.
All In Retrospect tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blake Baxter 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Frankie Knuckles record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Skriet,
The Names,
Deakin,
Groovy Waters,
Qualms,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
cv313,
The Durutti Column,
Lee Hazlewood,
Man Parrish,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Stooges,
Connie Case,
Grandmaster Flash,
Spoonie Gee,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ossler,
Patti Smith,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Busters,
Rotary Connection,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Dave Clark Five,
Jawbox,
Scott Walker,
Gang Green,
OOIOO,
Kevin Saunderson,
James White and The Blacks,
Mandrill,
Prince Buster,
Outsiders,
Henry Cow,
The Monochrome Set,
Bush Tetras,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Mr. Review,
Slick Rick,
Bobby Sherman,
Reuben Wilson,
The Index,
Basic Channel,
The Trojans,
The Angels of Light,
Howard Jones,
Heaven 17,
Traffic Nightmare,
Pylon,
Gerry Rafferty,
X-101,
Bauhaus,
Susan Cadogan,
Delon & Dalcan,
Amon Düül,
Joe Smooth,
KRS-One,
The Litter,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Blackbyrds,
Arab on Radar,
Funky Four + One,
Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes.
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.