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 Switzerland and from Philadelphia.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 chamberlin 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 Wings to the dance 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 Q65. All the underground hits.
All Panda Bear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joey Negro 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a D'Angelo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agitation Free,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Arcadia,
Severed Heads,
Marmalade,
Al Stewart,
The Zeros,
Roger Hodgson,
The Fuzztones,
Boz Scaggs,
Yellowson,
Minny Pops,
Babytalk,
Funkadelic,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Royal Trux,
The Barracudas,
Nas,
Oneida,
Brick,
Pantytec,
Drive Like Jehu,
Frankie Knuckles,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Thompson Twins,
Franke,
John Foxx,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Niagra,
Rod Modell,
Altered Images,
John Holt,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bizarre Inc.,
Young Marble Giants,
Warsaw,
Fugazi,
The Raincoats,
Deakin,
Eli Mardock,
Infiniti,
Bobby Byrd,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Janne Schatter,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Zero Boys,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Gun Club,
Cal Tjader,
Index,
The Stooges,
Scientists,
Arthur Verocai,
Chris & Cosey,
Robert Görl,
The Kinks,
JFA,
Matthew Bourne,
Vladislav Delay,
The Move,
Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra.
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.