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 Philippines and from Manila.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the mellotron 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 X-101 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 Shuggie Otis. All the underground hits.
All Quando Quango tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fela Kuti 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a KRS-One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ohio Players,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Standells,
Masters at Work,
The J.B.'s,
F. McDonald,
The Selecter,
Marmalade,
Shuggie Otis,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Josef K,
The Red Krayola,
Ten City,
Mars,
Rakim,
Tomorrow,
Desert Stars,
Derrick May,
Saccharine Trust,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
JFA,
Banda Bassotti,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Yaz,
One Last Wish,
Stockholm Monsters,
Alison Limerick,
Crime,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Talk Talk,
Pantytec,
Lyres,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Move,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Swell Maps,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Jeff Lynne,
Delta 5,
Fad Gadget,
H. Thieme,
Yusef Lateef,
Gang Starr,
Camouflage,
Spoonie Gee,
Unwound,
Reuben Wilson,
Minnie Riperton,
Livin' Joy,
Skaos,
Chrome,
T. Rex,
Groovy Waters,
Bobby Sherman,
Brass Construction,
The Stooges,
Stereo Dub,
Rhythm & Sound,
Skarface,
Bill Wells,
Main Source, Main Source, Main Source, Main Source.
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.