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 Ecuador and from Mumbai.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 linndrum 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 The Smoke 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 Patti Smith. All the underground hits.
All World's Most tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cybotron 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delta 5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wasted Youth,
In Retrospect,
Mandrill,
Section 25,
Neil Young,
Jimmy McGriff,
Underground Resistance,
The Vogues,
Gang Starr,
Jacques Brel,
New Age Steppers,
Juan Atkins,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Blackbyrds,
Tears for Fears,
Slick Rick,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Michelle Simonal,
Skaos,
Chris & Cosey,
Silicon Teens,
Eddi Front,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Liliput,
Wolf Eyes,
The Cure,
Sixth Finger,
the Soft Cell,
The Fuzztones,
Reuben Wilson,
Man Parrish,
Livin' Joy,
Scientists,
Curtis Mayfield,
Organ,
Brass Construction,
Dennis Brown,
Letta Mbulu,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ludus,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Aloha Tigers,
JFA,
Derrick May,
Alison Limerick,
Simply Red,
The Walker Brothers,
Lee Hazlewood,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Blossom Toes,
Girls At Our Best!,
Arab on Radar,
X-Ray Spex,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Unwound,
Ronnie Foster,
Groovy Waters,
The Blues Magoos,
Reagan Youth,
Zapp,
Electric Prunes,
Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band.
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.