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 Italy and from Delhi.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Archie Shepp to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Brand Nubian. All the underground hits.
All Bizarre Inc. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Isaac Hayes 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Desert Stars,
The Wake,
Charles Mingus,
Anthony Braxton,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Fortunes,
Bush Tetras,
Kenny Larkin,
Eric Dolphy,
Scientists,
Gong,
Lakeside,
The Mojo Men,
Groovy Waters,
Negative Approach,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Barclay James Harvest,
Magma,
Pharoah Sanders,
Crash Course in Science,
Gil Scott Heron,
Toni Rubio,
Rod Modell,
Outsiders,
The Alarm Clocks,
La Düsseldorf,
Half Japanese,
Roxette,
Nation of Ulysses,
Erykah Badu,
Ken Boothe,
Niagra,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Music Machine,
Davy DMX,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Vainqueur,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Techniques,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ronnie Foster,
The Skatalites,
Tim Buckley,
Black Moon,
Dave Gahan,
Eddi Front,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bronski Beat,
Audionom,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Underground Resistance,
John Holt,
Dead Boys,
The Dirtbombs,
Gang Gang Dance,
Terrestrial Tones,
Adolescents,
Maleditus Sound,
MDC,
Sister Nancy,
Avey Tare,
One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish.
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.