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 Comoros 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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 sitar 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 Joyce Sims to the techno 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 Saccharine Trust. All the underground hits.
All Ice-T tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doors record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pere Ubu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
World's Most,
Kurtis Blow,
Eve St. Jones,
Rod Modell,
Skarface,
Kayak,
Flipper,
The Seeds,
Livin' Joy,
The Pretty Things,
Gil Scott Heron,
Malaria!,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Pulsallama,
Adolescents,
Gang Green,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Pere Ubu,
The Offenders,
Audionom,
The Moleskins,
Johnny Clarke,
Wings,
John Holt,
The Flesh Eaters,
Clear Light,
The Smiths,
the Germs,
Mandrill,
Fad Gadget,
Aswad,
In Retrospect,
New Order,
Mark Hollis,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Joe Finger,
Pantaleimon,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Masters at Work,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
John Cale,
Skaos,
The Names,
Piero Umiliani,
Camberwell Now,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ornette Coleman,
Second Layer,
Yellowson,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Minnie Riperton,
Bootsy Collins,
Ohio Players,
Stockholm Monsters,
cv313,
Tim Buckley,
Symarip,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Count Five,
Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti.
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.