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 Australia and from Taipei.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Manila.
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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Porter Ricks 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 FM Einheit. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Mills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bob Dylan 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bluetip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lightning Bolt,
The Divine Comedy,
Al Stewart,
Dark Day,
Infiniti,
Das Ding,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Negative Approach,
Boz Scaggs,
Talk Talk,
Black Moon,
John Coltrane,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Marmalade,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Junior Murvin,
Connie Case,
Grandmaster Flash,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Maleditus Sound,
Darondo,
Lebanon Hanover,
Albert Ayler,
Alice Coltrane,
The Barracudas,
Avey Tare,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Monochrome Set,
The Cowsills,
Echospace,
Iggy Pop,
Pole,
LL Cool J,
Metal Thangz,
Soul Sonic Force,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Y Pants,
Au Pairs,
Circle Jerks,
K-Klass,
Eric Copeland,
Sonny Sharrock,
Buzzcocks,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Niagra,
Main Source,
Joe Finger,
Lungfish,
Glenn Branca,
Donny Hathaway,
Fear,
Girls At Our Best!,
Gerry Rafferty,
Make Up,
Skaos,
Ice-T,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Crispian St. Peters,
Vainqueur,
Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears.
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.