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 Thailand and from Lyon.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Parry Music to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Animal Collective. All the underground hits.
All The Men They Couldn't Hang tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heaven 17 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angels of Light & Akron/Family record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba 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?
The Angels of Light,
The Skatalites,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Boredoms,
New Age Steppers,
Tubeway Army,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Nils Olav,
Con Funk Shun,
Graham Central Station,
Gang Green,
Bob Dylan,
Harpers Bizarre,
Pussy Galore,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
R.M.O.,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Tim Buckley,
Organ,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Pretty Things,
Marc Almond,
L. Decosne,
Yaz,
Masters at Work,
The Litter,
Brothers Johnson,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
the Swans,
Piero Umiliani,
Josef K,
Bad Manners,
Amazonics,
Soft Machine,
Mission of Burma,
Pantytec,
The Gladiators,
Andrew Hill,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Khruangbin,
The Doors,
Nirvana,
The Names,
Nick Fraelich,
Radiopuhelimet,
Crooked Eye,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Slick Rick,
Vladislav Delay,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Goldenarms,
Lou Christie,
Monolake,
Harmonia,
Motorama,
Gang of Four,
Sarah Menescal,
The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines.
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.