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 Benin and from Philadelphia.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Jesper Dahlback to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 David Bowie. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Beasts of Bourbon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mary Jane Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacob Miller,
Desert Stars,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Moebius,
Swans,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Pagans,
Morten Harket,
CMW,
Unrelated Segments,
EPMD,
The Blackbyrds,
Bluetip,
The Residents,
Godley & Creme,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
David Axelrod,
Maurizio,
Second Layer,
The Searchers,
Ronan,
The Dead C,
Reuben Wilson,
Theoretical Girls,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Yaz,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Kevin Saunderson,
Excepter,
Anthony Braxton,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Alice Coltrane,
Basic Channel,
Pierre Henry,
Camouflage,
The Angels of Light,
Todd Rundgren,
Boredoms,
Symarip,
Robert Görl,
The Saints,
Bauhaus,
Soft Machine,
Sixth Finger,
Tim Buckley,
Arab on Radar,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Alarm Clocks,
8 Eyed Spy,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
A Certain Ratio,
Freddie Wadling,
Brick,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Mummies,
Stereo Dub,
John Coltrane,
Mantronix,
Cheater Slicks,
The Index,
The Last Poets,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Pole, Pole, Pole, Pole.
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.