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 Burundi and from Lille.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Tears for Fears to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Aloha Tigers. All the underground hits.
All In Retrospect tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Judy Mowatt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mandrill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delon & Dalcan,
Procol Harum,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Eden Ahbez,
Joensuu 1685,
Terry Callier,
Lou Reed,
Wings,
Frankie Knuckles,
Radio Birdman,
Malaria!,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Unrelated Segments,
Crispian St. Peters,
Todd Rundgren,
Jeff Mills,
The Gladiators,
Nation of Ulysses,
Kenny Larkin,
Josef K,
These Immortal Souls,
Man Parrish,
The Litter,
Nico,
The Detroit Cobras,
John Lydon,
The Residents,
Heaven 17,
The Golliwogs,
Dennis Brown,
Harpers Bizarre,
Marmalade,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sällskapet,
Severed Heads,
Ronan,
Minutemen,
Maleditus Sound,
Underground Resistance,
Harmonia,
The Monochrome Set,
Electric Prunes,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Moody Blues,
Rufus Thomas,
Jimmy McGriff,
Boz Scaggs,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Cure,
Radiohead,
Delta 5,
The Evens,
Jacob Miller,
Soft Machine,
Rakim,
Darondo,
The Doobie Brothers,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young.
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.