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 Cyprus and from Stockholm.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 David Bowie 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 ABC to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Erykah Badu. All the underground hits.
All Japan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Smog record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Monks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Seeds,
CMW,
Mission of Burma,
Lightning Bolt,
Ultra Naté,
Arthur Verocai,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Mary Jane Girls,
Blancmange,
MDC,
Dual Sessions,
Kaleidoscope,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bronski Beat,
Althea and Donna,
The Offenders,
New York Dolls,
Amazonics,
Scott Walker,
Davy DMX,
Kayak,
Radio Birdman,
Robert Wyatt,
Harry Pussy,
Suburban Knight,
Graham Central Station,
The Gap Band,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Marine Girls,
Heaven 17,
The Sound,
Cal Tjader,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Stooges,
Trumans Water,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Stiv Bators,
Procol Harum,
Cecil Taylor,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Black Pus,
Black Bananas,
Darondo,
Fad Gadget,
The Doors,
Nas,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Camberwell Now,
Jandek,
Lou Christie,
Roxy Music,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Buzzcocks,
The Modern Lovers,
The Slits,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Eve St. Jones,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
MC5,
Nation of Ulysses,
Eurythmics,
New Age Steppers,
Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo.
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.