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 Estonia and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Stockholm Monsters to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Human League. All the underground hits.
All Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The United States of America record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Young Rascals record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tim Buckley,
Neu!,
Alton Ellis,
The Five Americans,
Minny Pops,
Wally Richardson,
Traffic Nightmare,
Gil Scott Heron,
Eve St. Jones,
Television,
The Blues Magoos,
Skarface,
Kerri Chandler,
Model 500,
Goldenarms,
Stereo Dub,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
KRS-One,
Black Sheep,
The Gap Band,
The Gun Club,
Sister Nancy,
The Black Dice,
The Saints,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Dirtbombs,
Ituana,
Depeche Mode,
Barrington Levy,
The Real Kids,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The United States of America,
The Blackbyrds,
The Trojans,
Big Daddy Kane,
Al Stewart,
The Fortunes,
The Busters,
Joyce Sims,
Accadde A,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Kinks,
Tears for Fears,
Aural Exciters,
Black Pus,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Man Parrish,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Joensuu 1685,
Public Image Ltd.,
Ronan,
a-ha,
Lalo Schifrin,
Lyres,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lee Hazlewood,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style.
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.