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 East Timor and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Edmonton.
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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 B.T. Express to the rap 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 Country Joe & The Fish. All the underground hits.
All Roxette tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Music Machine 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Monks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ultimate Spinach,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Kinks,
Boredoms,
Qualms,
Sällskapet,
The Residents,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Little Man,
Cameo,
Yusef Lateef,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Robert Görl,
The Divine Comedy,
The Neon Judgement,
Blake Baxter,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Heaven 17,
Interpol,
The Invisible,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Misunderstood,
Easy Going,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Arcadia,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Von Mondo,
Sandy B,
Tres Demented,
Marine Girls,
The Zeros,
Trumans Water,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Velvet Underground,
Tubeway Army,
Q65,
Derrick Morgan,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
UT,
Television Personalities,
Andrew Hill,
Kayak,
Stereo Dub,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Y Pants,
Groovy Waters,
Chris Corsano,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
One Last Wish,
Isaac Hayes,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Mojo Men,
Massinfluence,
Archie Shepp,
Zapp,
Nas,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy.
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.