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 Luxembourg and from Woodstock.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 theremin 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 Radiopuhelimet to the funk 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 Model 500. All the underground hits.
All Rhythm & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yaz 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 sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faraquet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q65,
The Fall,
Yellowson,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Skatalites,
Grey Daturas,
The Sisters of Mercy,
the Association,
John Cale,
Eric B and Rakim,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Radiopuhelimet,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Monks,
Country Teasers,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
DJ Sneak,
kango's stein massive,
Rakim,
Public Enemy,
The New Christs,
The Star Department,
Soft Machine,
Nas,
The Tremeloes,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Durutti Column,
Gastr Del Sol,
Echospace,
Stereo Dub,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Terrestrial Tones,
Arcadia,
Cheater Slicks,
Anthony Braxton,
Zapp,
A Certain Ratio,
Fatback Band,
China Crisis,
Dennis Brown,
Saccharine Trust,
Althea and Donna,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Duran Duran,
Skriet,
The Seeds,
Make Up,
Tropical Tobacco,
Mary Jane Girls,
T.S.O.L.,
Absolute Body Control,
Crooked Eye,
The Moody Blues,
Surgeon,
Sight & Sound,
Flipper,
Mo-Dettes,
Minutemen,
In Retrospect,
Drive Like Jehu,
Oblivians,
Jandek, Jandek, Jandek, Jandek.
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.