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 United States and from Bologna.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Tokyo.
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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Tim Buckley to the rock 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 OOIOO. All the underground hits.
All Scan 7 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The New Christs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spoonie Gee,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sight & Sound,
Erykah Badu,
Lou Reed,
Jacques Brel,
Scion,
The Five Americans,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Donald Byrd,
Oneida,
Thompson Twins,
Visage,
The Happenings,
Derrick Morgan,
8 Eyed Spy,
Isaac Hayes,
Sexual Harrassment,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
the Bar-Kays,
Bill Wells,
Scratch Acid,
The Last Poets,
Television,
Pulsallama,
New Age Steppers,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Intrusion,
Altered Images,
The Kinks,
Yaz,
Con Funk Shun,
Cymande,
Cybotron,
The Blackbyrds,
The Gories,
Janne Schatter,
UT,
Qualms,
Ten City,
Trumans Water,
Fluxion,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Don Cherry,
Radio Birdman,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Severed Heads,
Anakelly,
Chrome,
Alice Coltrane,
The Leaves,
Mission of Burma,
Funky Four + One,
Index,
Deepchord,
Parry Music,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Thee Headcoats,
Eve St. Jones,
World's Most,
Danielle Patucci,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron.
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.