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 Gabon and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 Johannesburg and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 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 Jerry Gold Smith 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 New Order. All the underground hits.
All Delta 5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minnie Riperton 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Fania All-Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Flesh Eaters,
Marvin Gaye,
The Evens,
Q and Not U,
Quando Quango,
Agent Orange,
Television,
Colin Newman,
Rekid,
The Golliwogs,
Arcadia,
The Remains,
Jeff Lynne,
48th St. Collective,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Das Ding,
Accadde A,
Urselle,
Thompson Twins,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Flamin' Groovies,
Scrapy,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Pop Group,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Fuzztones,
The Blackbyrds,
The Slits,
Television Personalities,
Eden Ahbez,
Andrew Hill,
DJ Sneak,
Kevin Saunderson,
Brand Nubian,
Loose Ends,
Faraquet,
Steve Hackett,
Animal Collective,
The Detroit Cobras,
Crime,
Wally Richardson,
Tears for Fears,
The Sound,
The Residents,
Hoover,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Pantaleimon,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Erasure,
the Swans,
UT,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Black Pus,
Camouflage,
New York Dolls,
Harmonia,
Roger Hodgson,
Reuben Wilson,
In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect.
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.