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 Romania and from Shanghai.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 R.M.O.. All the underground hits.
All Boredoms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monolake record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Piero Umiliani record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angry Samoans,
The Blackbyrds,
Animal Collective,
Scan 7,
David Bowie,
The Cure,
One Last Wish,
Dennis Brown,
Jesper Dahlback,
Eli Mardock,
Jeff Lynne,
Pagans,
Sparks,
Yazoo,
Roxy Music,
The Birthday Party,
Magazine,
Anthony Braxton,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
MDC,
Porter Ricks,
Parry Music,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lyres,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Niagra,
Eden Ahbez,
Kenny Larkin,
Wings,
The Shadows of Knight,
Jandek,
Radio Birdman,
Smog,
The J.B.'s,
Roger Hodgson,
Soft Machine,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Alice Coltrane,
Cheater Slicks,
Lee Hazlewood,
Amazonics,
Fluxion,
Moby Grape,
Tears for Fears,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Clear Light,
Marcia Griffiths,
Gil Scott Heron,
Rufus Thomas,
Amon Düül II,
The Moody Blues,
Eurythmics,
Ohio Players,
Surgeon,
Negative Approach,
Johnny Clarke,
The Dead C,
Traffic Nightmare,
Desert Stars,
Pharoah Sanders,
Nils Olav,
The Moleskins,
Steve Hackett,
Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson.
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.