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 Tunisia and from Milan.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Television Personalities to the crunk 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 Thee Headcoats. All the underground hits.
All Girls At Our Best! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Wyatt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anakelly record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Smog,
The Beau Brummels,
Rapeman,
The Offenders,
Don Cherry,
Absolute Body Control,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sarah Menescal,
EPMD,
Gabor Szabo,
Sexual Harrassment,
Trumans Water,
Robert Wyatt,
The Count Five,
Bizarre Inc.,
Pulsallama,
The Toasters,
T. Rex,
Jeff Lynne,
Brick,
The Residents,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Boredoms,
Robert Görl,
Scientists,
Half Japanese,
The Kinks,
The Misunderstood,
Panda Bear,
Public Enemy,
U.S. Maple,
Dark Day,
Vladislav Delay,
Von Mondo,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
La Düsseldorf,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Tommy Roe,
The Techniques,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Blossom Toes,
Nirvana,
Alison Limerick,
The J.B.'s,
10cc,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sparks,
Newcleus,
Rod Modell,
Silicon Teens,
John Lydon,
the Bar-Kays,
Sight & Sound,
Anthony Braxton,
Deepchord,
Second Layer,
Ronnie Foster,
Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson.
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.