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 Poland and from Woodstock.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 marimba 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 Infiniti to the rap 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 This Heat. All the underground hits.
All Nirvana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Supertramp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Animal Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Underground Resistance,
OOIOO,
Magma,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Yellowson,
D'Angelo,
June Days,
The Dave Clark Five,
Royal Trux,
Black Sheep,
Wally Richardson,
The Smiths,
Harmonia,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Offenders,
Metal Thangz,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Little Man,
Michelle Simonal,
Crash Course in Science,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Livin' Joy,
David Bowie,
Wire,
Reagan Youth,
Tubeway Army,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
New Age Steppers,
the Human League,
Hot Snakes,
The Leaves,
The Kinks,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Iggy Pop,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Massinfluence,
Kerrie Biddell,
Skarface,
The Velvet Underground,
Tears for Fears,
Kurtis Blow,
Duran Duran,
The Sound,
Desert Stars,
Nico,
Erykah Badu,
The Mummies,
Soul II Soul,
Siglo XX,
Rufus Thomas,
Can,
Sarah Menescal,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Gun Club,
MC5,
The Smoke,
Bobby Womack,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Symarip,
Brick,
New York Dolls,
The Remains,
Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange.
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.