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 Switzerland and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 rhodes 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 D'Angelo to the funk 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 Kayak. All the underground hits.
All Nils Olav tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radio Birdman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minnie Riperton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lee Hazlewood,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Morten Harket,
Robert Görl,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Aural Exciters,
The Real Kids,
The J.B.'s,
The Walker Brothers,
Michelle Simonal,
The United States of America,
The Electric Prunes,
The Saints,
The Gap Band,
Joey Negro,
Kenny Larkin,
The Divine Comedy,
Peter & Gordon,
Ronnie Foster,
The Offenders,
Shoche,
Crash Course in Science,
Popol Vuh,
New York Dolls,
New Age Steppers,
Terry Callier,
Guru Guru,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Can,
Soul II Soul,
Ituana,
Harpers Bizarre,
Soulsonic Force,
The American Breed,
Pantaleimon,
Ohio Players,
Roy Ayers,
Iggy Pop,
The Martian,
The Remains,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Pole,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Connie Case,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Tim Buckley,
Black Sheep,
Tropical Tobacco,
Tomorrow,
The Skatalites,
Monolake,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Monochrome Set,
Barry Ungar,
Bad Manners,
KRS-One,
Derrick Morgan,
X-102,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Deakin,
The Move, The Move, The Move, The Move.
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.