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 Eritrea and from Houston.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 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 Agent Orange to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Mummies. All the underground hits.
All Ultimate Spinach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Das Ding record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Bowie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Real Kids,
Delta 5,
Archie Shepp,
Oneida,
Animal Collective,
Urselle,
Bobbi Humphrey,
X-Ray Spex,
MC5,
Monolake,
Steve Hackett,
The J.B.'s,
Todd Terry,
The Monks,
Scrapy,
Boogie Down Productions,
Con Funk Shun,
the Bar-Kays,
Barrington Levy,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
X-102,
Maleditus Sound,
The Buckinghams,
Adolescents,
FM Einheit,
Peter & Gordon,
Pierre Henry,
Chrome,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Amon Düül II,
Grandmaster Flash,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Mo-Dettes,
Jandek,
Radiopuhelimet,
Matthew Halsall,
Rites of Spring,
Throbbing Gristle,
Flash Fearless,
Cymande,
The Sound,
Zapp,
Joyce Sims,
Marcia Griffiths,
Anakelly,
Goldenarms,
The Kinks,
Nation of Ulysses,
Yaz,
Mission of Burma,
Interpol,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Gang of Four,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
World's Most,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sun Ra,
Parry Music,
Crispian St. Peters,
T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L..
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.