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 Monaco and from Manchester.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Technova to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Trojans. All the underground hits.
All Josef K tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gary Puckett & The Union Gap 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nico record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlback,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Nick Fraelich,
Nas,
Jeff Lynne,
Connie Case,
Black Flag,
Mad Mike,
Model 500,
The Star Department,
Fad Gadget,
Kurtis Blow,
The Blues Magoos,
Whodini,
The Happenings,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sound Behaviour,
Pylon,
Ossler,
Bill Near,
Matthew Halsall,
Yellowson,
The Slackers,
Patti Smith,
Sex Pistols,
Harpers Bizarre,
Godley & Creme,
Khruangbin,
Grauzone,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Funky Four + One,
Leonard Cohen,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Selecter,
Joensuu 1685,
The Modern Lovers,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sugar Minott,
Parry Music,
Barbara Tucker,
ABBA,
The Cramps,
the Normal,
Rosa Yemen,
The Smoke,
The Durutti Column,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Dave Gahan,
The Stooges,
Eden Ahbez,
Inner City,
Erykah Badu,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Roy Ayers,
Pantaleimon,
The Blackbyrds,
PIL,
Jawbox,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Tropical Tobacco,
June of 44,
Ralphi Rosario,
MDC,
Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops.
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.