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 Egypt and from Copenhagen.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 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 Jerry Gold Smith to the jazz 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 Joyce Sims. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker + Sunn O))) tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kango’s Stein Massive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Axelrod record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispian St. Peters,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Brick,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Morten Harket,
Organ,
The J.B.'s,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
the Soft Cell,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Associates,
Negative Approach,
X-102,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Spandau Ballet,
Alphaville,
The Buckinghams,
Sexual Harrassment,
Kenny Larkin,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Roxette,
Moss Icon,
The Monks,
Public Enemy,
Faust,
Rufus Thomas,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Anthony Braxton,
Flash Fearless,
Suicide,
Soft Cell,
The Raincoats,
Roy Ayers,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Red Krayola,
Silicon Teens,
Minutemen,
Robert Wyatt,
DNA,
D'Angelo,
K-Klass,
Sandy B,
U.S. Maple,
Archie Shepp,
Boredoms,
Byron Stingily,
The Dave Clark Five,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Malaria!,
Sister Nancy,
Lucky Dragons,
The Sonics,
Ohio Players,
AZ,
Symarip,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Slits,
the Swans,
Wings,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma.
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.