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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Woodstock.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Tehran.
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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the güiro 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 Robert Hood to the dance 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 Cabaret Voltaire. All the underground hits.
All Liliput tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mandrill 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 clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Womack record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Liliput,
Television,
The Durutti Column,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lucky Dragons,
David Bowie,
JFA,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Fugazi,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
David McCallum,
Groovy Waters,
The Toasters,
The Shadows of Knight,
Duran Duran,
The Names,
Niagra,
Shuggie Otis,
Delon & Dalcan,
Kool Moe Dee,
Television Personalities,
Gang Starr,
Max Romeo,
Robert Wyatt,
Gong,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Trojans,
Smog,
Boogie Down Productions,
Iggy Pop,
Bobby Womack,
Reagan Youth,
Radiopuhelimet,
Funky Four + One,
The Slits,
Skarface,
Joe Smooth,
Half Japanese,
Aural Exciters,
Chris Corsano,
ABBA,
Hot Snakes,
Franke,
Shoche,
The Gladiators,
Barbara Tucker,
Los Fastidios,
Scratch Acid,
Khruangbin,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Porter Ricks,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
the Bar-Kays,
Bush Tetras,
Minnie Riperton,
James White and The Blacks,
Kenny Larkin,
Quadrant,
Sixth Finger,
Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson.
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.