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 Mauritania and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Seoul.
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 theremin 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 Con Funk Shun 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 The Leaves. All the underground hits.
All The Music Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q and Not U record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Axelrod record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thompson Twins,
Public Enemy,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Angels of Light,
Jesper Dahlback,
Marine Girls,
Bobby Byrd,
The Zeros,
Tim Buckley,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Basic Channel,
The Smoke,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
ABC,
Carl Craig,
Chris Corsano,
Aaron Thompson,
The Fall,
Wolf Eyes,
The Slackers,
DJ Style,
Fat Boys,
Second Layer,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Radiohead,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Sonics,
Crash Course in Science,
These Immortal Souls,
Sun City Girls,
LL Cool J,
Charles Mingus,
Eddi Front,
Icehouse,
Bush Tetras,
Soulsonic Force,
Y Pants,
The Blues Magoos,
John Foxx,
Barry Ungar,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Camouflage,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Desert Stars,
Jeru the Damaja,
Alice Coltrane,
Juan Atkins,
Don Cherry,
UT,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Terrestrial Tones,
Godley & Creme,
Warren Ellis,
The Neon Judgement,
Cymande,
Iggy Pop,
Letta Mbulu,
Maurizio,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sarah Menescal,
Michelle Simonal,
Amazonics,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers.
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.