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 Nigeria and from Woodstock.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Moby Grape. All the underground hits.
All Public Image Ltd. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ludus 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drexciya,
Rites of Spring,
Judy Mowatt,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Soul II Soul,
Bobby Sherman,
Bob Dylan,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Gang Starr,
Flash Fearless,
The Smiths,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Don Cherry,
Amon Düül,
Bang On A Can,
Scrapy,
The Cure,
T. Rex,
Arthur Verocai,
Pierre Henry,
The Beau Brummels,
Crime,
Blake Baxter,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Skaos,
Au Pairs,
The Red Krayola,
The Raincoats,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Doobie Brothers,
Hardrive,
Aural Exciters,
This Heat,
The Index,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Trojans,
Unwound,
Johnny Clarke,
Oblivians,
Parry Music,
Audionom,
The Durutti Column,
Radio Birdman,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Young Rascals,
Monolake,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Michelle Simonal,
The Saints,
Idris Muhammad,
Magazine,
Isaac Hayes,
Josef K,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Invisible,
Terry Callier,
X-102, X-102, X-102, X-102.
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.