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 Spain and from Madrid.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 David Bowie 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 Marine Girls to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Barbara Tucker. All the underground hits.
All The Birthday Party tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ponytail record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moby Grape record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Outsiders,
Swans,
Jawbox,
Von Mondo,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
cv313,
Guru Guru,
John Cale,
Flipper,
Scott Walker,
John Lydon,
The Durutti Column,
The Gun Club,
Amazonics,
The Monochrome Set,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Youth Brigade,
Wire,
Funkadelic,
Public Image Ltd.,
Can,
OOIOO,
Mission of Burma,
The Dead C,
the Soft Cell,
Johnny Clarke,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Connie Case,
the Fania All-Stars,
Fear,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Modern Lovers,
Rosa Yemen,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Country Teasers,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Babytalk,
Roger Hodgson,
Agent Orange,
Shoche,
X-101,
Lou Reed,
The Pretty Things,
David Axelrod,
Basic Channel,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Minny Pops,
The Dirtbombs,
The Evens,
DJ Style,
Shuggie Otis,
PIL,
The Flesh Eaters,
kango's stein massive,
Gong,
The Cramps,
Cybotron,
Alice Coltrane,
Lindisfarne,
Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee.
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.