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 Iran and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Morten Harket to the rock 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 EPMD. All the underground hits.
All Leonard Cohen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick Morgan 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Josef K record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kevin Saunderson,
Erasure,
Tom Boy,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Smoke,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Searchers,
Black Pus,
Average White Band,
Letta Mbulu,
Lindisfarne,
Bobby Sherman,
Minnie Riperton,
AZ,
Amon Düül,
Pantaleimon,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Rhythm & Sound,
FM Einheit,
Absolute Body Control,
The Toasters,
Nation of Ulysses,
Yellowson,
Can,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Alphaville,
Sandy B,
Ultravox,
Thee Headcoats,
Al Stewart,
Rekid,
OOIOO,
The Gladiators,
Easy Going,
The Seeds,
The Last Poets,
Girls At Our Best!,
X-102,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Soul Sonic Force,
Blossom Toes,
Nick Fraelich,
Marvin Gaye,
Josef K,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Reuben Wilson,
Ken Boothe,
B.T. Express,
Gerry Rafferty,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Associates,
Moebius,
U.S. Maple,
Frankie Knuckles,
Livin' Joy,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Malaria!,
Main Source,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Popol Vuh,
Rapeman,
Gabor Szabo,
Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen.
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.