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 Bangladesh and from Portland.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 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 UT to the disco 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 Cymande. All the underground hits.
All The Men They Couldn't Hang tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Colin Newman 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Wake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lightning Bolt,
AZ,
The Sound,
Alice Coltrane,
Andrew Hill,
Stiv Bators,
The Fortunes,
Kayak,
Moby Grape,
Bobby Sherman,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
the Association,
Sandy B,
Goldenarms,
Charles Mingus,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Fela Kuti,
The Gap Band,
Arab on Radar,
Supertramp,
Warsaw,
Bill Near,
The Martian,
The Human League,
Skriet,
Magazine,
Ken Boothe,
Procol Harum,
Terry Callier,
Circle Jerks,
MDC,
the Bar-Kays,
David Axelrod,
The Mummies,
Dual Sessions,
Grey Daturas,
Qualms,
Gastr Del Sol,
Y Pants,
Zapp,
Niagra,
Jeff Mills,
Theoretical Girls,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sonny Sharrock,
June Days,
Yellowson,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Blancmange,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Blake Baxter,
Hardrive,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Eve St. Jones,
OOIOO,
Pagans,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Suburban Knight,
T. Rex,
Spoonie Gee,
Neil Young,
Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free.
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.