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 Croatia and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 harpsichord 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 Erykah Badu to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Average White Band. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every LL Cool J record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erykah Badu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Zeros,
Jandek,
Clear Light,
Lou Reed,
The Dead C,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Move,
Swell Maps,
The Cowsills,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Johnny Osbourne,
Brand Nubian,
Boz Scaggs,
Can,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Wire,
Cymande,
Neu!,
Eurythmics,
Gang Starr,
Ken Boothe,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Visage,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Fugs,
Rhythm & Sound,
Section 25,
The Buckinghams,
Infiniti,
Davy DMX,
Scott Walker,
Stereo Dub,
New Age Steppers,
Severed Heads,
the Soft Cell,
Anthony Braxton,
Letta Mbulu,
These Immortal Souls,
Maleditus Sound,
Robert Wyatt,
Eddi Front,
Rapeman,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Metal Thangz,
Saccharine Trust,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Freddie Wadling,
The Red Krayola,
Colin Newman,
The Blues Magoos,
Frankie Knuckles,
Barrington Levy,
Terry Callier,
Con Funk Shun,
Rites of Spring,
Black Bananas,
Kenny Larkin,
Moss Icon,
Ossler,
The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics.
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.