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 the UAE and from Spokane.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Soulsonic Force to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Rotary Connection. All the underground hits.
All Hardrive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bob Dylan 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Prince Buster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smoke,
David Axelrod,
Howard Jones,
Chris & Cosey,
Fad Gadget,
Massinfluence,
Mr. Review,
Grey Daturas,
The Pretty Things,
Clear Light,
the Bar-Kays,
Tommy Roe,
Bootsy Collins,
Siglo XX,
48th St. Collective,
Derrick Morgan,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Zapp,
Young Marble Giants,
Radio Birdman,
Hoover,
Rites of Spring,
The Five Americans,
The Saints,
Au Pairs,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Man Parrish,
The Dead C,
Simply Red,
Jerry Gold Smith,
John Lydon,
Sight & Sound,
T. Rex,
Cheater Slicks,
Brick,
Quantec,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Eden Ahbez,
The Cure,
Magazine,
Anthony Braxton,
8 Eyed Spy,
Y Pants,
Nation of Ulysses,
Radiopuhelimet,
Fluxion,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Todd Rundgren,
Kerri Chandler,
Nico,
Funky Four + One,
The Moleskins,
Flamin' Groovies,
Erasure,
Iggy Pop,
Ultravox,
Icehouse,
Steve Hackett,
Franke,
New York Dolls,
Skaos,
Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins.
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.