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 Sri Lanka and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Lalo Schifrin to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Prince Buster. All the underground hits.
All Morten Harket tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Groovy Waters 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q65 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy Collins,
Grey Daturas,
Sound Behaviour,
The Music Machine,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Boz Scaggs,
the Soft Cell,
Rufus Thomas,
Flipper,
Popol Vuh,
Blake Baxter,
Marc Almond,
Panda Bear,
Swell Maps,
Ice-T,
Blancmange,
Animal Collective,
The Associates,
The New Christs,
Pylon,
The Slits,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Talk Talk,
Todd Terry,
Delon & Dalcan,
Oblivians,
Cameo,
Monolake,
John Coltrane,
The Tremeloes,
Aural Exciters,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Anthony Braxton,
Cymande,
The Trojans,
Shoche,
Vladislav Delay,
Soft Cell,
Newcleus,
the Sonics,
The Toasters,
One Last Wish,
Faust,
Dead Boys,
Intrusion,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Rekid,
Dawn Penn,
Joe Smooth,
John Lydon,
Yusef Lateef,
Rod Modell,
Barry Ungar,
Minutemen,
The Motions,
Mr. Review,
Bobby Womack,
Moby Grape,
The Detroit Cobras,
Public Enemy,
Roger Hodgson,
Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama.
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.