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 Mexico and from Edmonton.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Columbus.
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 chamberlin 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 David Axelrod to the crunk 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 Goldenarms. All the underground hits.
All John Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The American Breed record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Inner City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Toni Rubio,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Monks,
The Move,
Jeff Mills,
Soulsonic Force,
JFA,
the Human League,
Hoover,
The Pretty Things,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Associates,
X-101,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Chris Corsano,
Johnny Osbourne,
Animal Collective,
Lalann,
Rotary Connection,
Scott Walker,
Gerry Rafferty,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Eric B and Rakim,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Moleskins,
Vladislav Delay,
Harpers Bizarre,
Joyce Sims,
Pere Ubu,
The Sound,
Depeche Mode,
Simply Red,
Young Marble Giants,
the Normal,
Cameo,
Malaria!,
Sun City Girls,
The Toasters,
Cal Tjader,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Amon Düül II,
The Beau Brummels,
The Count Five,
Gabor Szabo,
Pierre Henry,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
June Days,
Subhumans,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
48th St. Collective,
Rekid,
The Knickerbockers,
Cheater Slicks,
This Heat,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Gichy Dan,
Aaron Thompson,
The Human League,
Organ,
Yusef Lateef,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal.
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.