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 Slovenia and from London.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 linndrum 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 Blossom Toes to the jazz 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 Marvin Gaye. All the underground hits.
All John Lydon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aaron Thompson 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ituana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric B and Rakim,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Fortunes,
Erykah Badu,
Guru Guru,
Nick Fraelich,
The Doobie Brothers,
Connie Case,
U.S. Maple,
The Gap Band,
Model 500,
Pole,
Lyres,
Pere Ubu,
Reuben Wilson,
Oneida,
Shoche,
Hot Snakes,
Bobby Sherman,
The Five Americans,
Cal Tjader,
Television,
Sun Ra,
Rapeman,
The American Breed,
Judy Mowatt,
Juan Atkins,
Alphaville,
The Flesh Eaters,
Neu!,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Amon Düül II,
Average White Band,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Quantec,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Cheater Slicks,
the Swans,
the Association,
Albert Ayler,
Livin' Joy,
Unwound,
Von Mondo,
Soft Machine,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Agent Orange,
Altered Images,
Lou Reed,
the Human League,
Bad Manners,
Grandmaster Flash,
Masters at Work,
The Barracudas,
The Durutti Column,
Wings,
Matthew Bourne,
It's A Beautiful Day,
June of 44, June of 44, June of 44, June of 44.
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.