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 Lebanon and from Lyon.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Donald Fagen 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 The Offenders to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Cramps. All the underground hits.
All Tim Buckley 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 rap 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 sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a UT record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Zero Boys,
Supertramp,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lakeside,
Trumans Water,
Lou Christie,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Black Sheep,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Quadrant,
Ronnie Foster,
Gang Gang Dance,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Mo-Dettes,
Bobby Sherman,
Sonic Youth,
Average White Band,
Thee Headcoats,
Matthew Halsall,
The Angels of Light,
Joey Negro,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Zeros,
Donald Byrd,
Deakin,
Skarface,
Albert Ayler,
Nas,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Fire Engines,
Wolf Eyes,
John Lydon,
Cameo,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lalo Schifrin,
Interpol,
Pierre Henry,
David McCallum,
Swans,
The Knickerbockers,
Loose Ends,
Tropical Tobacco,
Don Cherry,
Sight & Sound,
The Gories,
DNA,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Dead C,
Los Fastidios,
The Kinks,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Cowsills,
Cluster,
Fad Gadget,
Erasure, Erasure, Erasure, Erasure.
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.