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 Korea South and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Lalann to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Todd Rundgren. All the underground hits.
All CMW tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fort Wilson Riot record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Josef K record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arab on Radar,
MC5,
The Moleskins,
Alton Ellis,
Gong,
The Cure,
The Gladiators,
Procol Harum,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bronski Beat,
Bobby Sherman,
New York Dolls,
Camouflage,
Joensuu 1685,
Slick Rick,
The Kinks,
Soul II Soul,
Smog,
Zero Boys,
Kurtis Blow,
Gerry Rafferty,
Organ,
The Mummies,
Barry Ungar,
David Axelrod,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Deepchord,
Howard Jones,
Letta Mbulu,
Tom Boy,
Cluster,
Colin Newman,
Roxette,
Stereo Dub,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Country Teasers,
Sandy B,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Aloha Tigers,
Gang Green,
Robert Görl,
The Music Machine,
The Pop Group,
The Saints,
Funkadelic,
Newcleus,
Harmonia,
Kool Moe Dee,
Marvin Gaye,
Black Sheep,
The Monochrome Set,
The American Breed,
Archie Shepp,
The Raincoats,
Second Layer,
Eric Dolphy,
Morten Harket,
Wasted Youth,
Derrick May,
Pulsallama,
Gregory Isaacs,
T.S.O.L.,
Monks,
The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy.
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.