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 Morocco and from Lyon.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi 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 theremin 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 Easy Going to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Pulsallama. All the underground hits.
All Oblivians tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lebanon Hanover 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 8 Eyed Spy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visage,
The Searchers,
Eli Mardock,
Lalo Schifrin,
Supertramp,
the Human League,
Stereo Dub,
Mo-Dettes,
The Selecter,
The J.B.'s,
The Music Machine,
Crooked Eye,
Grauzone,
Newcleus,
Pulsallama,
Ten City,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Gladiators,
Outsiders,
LL Cool J,
Peter and Kerry,
Altered Images,
Gong,
Cecil Taylor,
Barrington Levy,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Mojo Men,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Scientists,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Das Ding,
Bush Tetras,
Rufus Thomas,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Motions,
The Shadows of Knight,
Arcadia,
The Gories,
Big Daddy Kane,
Groovy Waters,
Circle Jerks,
The Smoke,
Wolf Eyes,
Lower 48,
The Kinks,
The Divine Comedy,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Rhythm & Sound,
Fad Gadget,
Scion,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Chrome,
Minor Threat,
Avey Tare,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Black Bananas,
Hardrive,
Aswad,
Easy Going,
Radio Birdman,
Reuben Wilson,
Sixth Finger,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark.
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.