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 Korea North and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Michael McDonald 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 Dorothy Ashby 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 AZ. All the underground hits.
All Erasure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Sherman 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oppenheimer Analysis 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?
Stereo Dub,
Hasil Adkins,
Quando Quango,
Q and Not U,
Wasted Youth,
Cluster,
Cybotron,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Slick Rick,
Banda Bassotti,
Kenny Larkin,
Jacques Brel,
Albert Ayler,
Amazonics,
Young Marble Giants,
The Birthday Party,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Japan,
CMW,
Crash Course in Science,
Organ,
Scott Walker,
Theoretical Girls,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lakeside,
The Star Department,
Radio Birdman,
In Retrospect,
Lightning Bolt,
Rapeman,
Peter & Gordon,
New Order,
Glambeats Corp.,
Eric Dolphy,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Boredoms,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Funky Four + One,
Don Cherry,
The Human League,
Stiv Bators,
The Last Poets,
Popol Vuh,
The Evens,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Prince Buster,
Lower 48,
The Happenings,
The Electric Prunes,
Dual Sessions,
Mantronix,
The Remains,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Swans,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Robert Hood,
Eden Ahbez,
Radiopuhelimet,
Patti Smith,
The Standells, The Standells, The Standells, The Standells.
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.