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 Solomon Islands and from Copenhagen.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar 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 Michelle Simonal to the rap 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 The Human League. All the underground hits.
All Black Pus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maleditus Sound 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalann record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Procol Harum,
Goldenarms,
Brand Nubian,
The Angels of Light,
Bootsy Collins,
Television Personalities,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Barclay James Harvest,
Malaria!,
Mars,
These Immortal Souls,
Toni Rubio,
Deadbeat,
The Sound,
The Mojo Men,
X-Ray Spex,
Hot Snakes,
Steve Hackett,
Flash Fearless,
Sandy B,
The Kinks,
Rites of Spring,
Brick,
Lyres,
Nas,
Aloha Tigers,
Audionom,
Joyce Sims,
Monks,
Das Ding,
The Moleskins,
Negative Approach,
Junior Murvin,
T.S.O.L.,
Inner City,
Banda Bassotti,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Jawbox,
The Velvet Underground,
Cybotron,
LL Cool J,
Bizarre Inc.,
Public Enemy,
Radiohead,
kango's stein massive,
Mission of Burma,
Max Romeo,
X-102,
Scratch Acid,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Harmonia,
Dorothy Ashby,
Andrew Hill,
Archie Shepp,
Blancmange,
The Pretty Things,
The Pop Group,
Darondo,
Camouflage,
Panda Bear,
Khruangbin,
Gregory Isaacs,
Rakim,
Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar.
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.