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 Qatar and from Manchester.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Moby Grape to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Lindisfarne. All the underground hits.
All Brothers Johnson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gong 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 an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fluxion,
Underground Resistance,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ituana,
Sun Ra,
Graham Central Station,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Black Moon,
Talk Talk,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Altered Images,
Prince Buster,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Sound,
The Zeros,
cv313,
Monolake,
Scrapy,
Eden Ahbez,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Gladiators,
Infiniti,
Amon Düül II,
The Victims,
Crash Course in Science,
Kaleidoscope,
Mr. Review,
Suicide,
Ken Boothe,
Nico,
Isaac Hayes,
Subhumans,
Chrome,
Rites of Spring,
Sarah Menescal,
Gabor Szabo,
Eve St. Jones,
The Leaves,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Vladislav Delay,
Alton Ellis,
Delta 5,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Invisible,
The Doobie Brothers,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Alarm Clocks,
Eric Dolphy,
Ronnie Foster,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ultravox,
UT,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Cosmic Jokers,
the Slits,
R.M.O.,
The New Christs,
The Smiths,
Quando Quango,
Unwound, Unwound, Unwound, Unwound.
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.