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 Liechtenstein and from Delhi.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog to the funk 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 Joy Division. All the underground hits.
All Funkadelic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pulsallama record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a OOIOO record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeru the Damaja,
Neil Young,
Sandy B,
Lightning Bolt,
Michelle Simonal,
Babytalk,
Flash Fearless,
Newcleus,
Judy Mowatt,
the Slits,
Swans,
Banda Bassotti,
The Dave Clark Five,
These Immortal Souls,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ossler,
Bill Near,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Au Pairs,
Minor Threat,
Mandrill,
Man Parrish,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Eurythmics,
Negative Approach,
The Wake,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Shadows of Knight,
Suicide,
The United States of America,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Television Personalities,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Motorama,
Gerry Rafferty,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lakeside,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Unrelated Segments,
48th St. Collective,
Janne Schatter,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Mary Jane Girls,
Electric Prunes,
Public Image Ltd.,
Soft Machine,
World's Most,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Archie Shepp,
Darondo,
Pussy Galore,
Sexual Harrassment,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Half Japanese,
Lebanon Hanover,
Smog,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio.
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.