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 Indonesia and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Suicide to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Index. All the underground hits.
All June of 44 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skarface record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Lynne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-102,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Modern Lovers,
Agent Orange,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bill Wells,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ronnie Foster,
Fatback Band,
The United States of America,
Clear Light,
CMW,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Birthday Party,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Japan,
Roxette,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
OOIOO,
The Wake,
Von Mondo,
Alton Ellis,
The Alarm Clocks,
Fad Gadget,
Magma,
The Dirtbombs,
Bronski Beat,
These Immortal Souls,
Joe Finger,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Residents,
Pussy Galore,
Crash Course in Science,
The Blues Magoos,
Nick Fraelich,
The Fugs,
Oneida,
The Cure,
The Dave Clark Five,
Fela Kuti,
The Count Five,
Young Marble Giants,
Q and Not U,
Soul Sonic Force,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Harry Pussy,
Rakim,
Amazonics,
The Detroit Cobras,
Gregory Isaacs,
Boz Scaggs,
Erykah Badu,
Anakelly,
The Last Poets,
Joensuu 1685,
Supertramp,
Pierre Henry,
Terry Callier,
Sällskapet,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett.
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.