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 Mauritius and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 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 Kayak to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Das Ding. All the underground hits.
All The J.B.'s tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultramagnetic MC's 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lower 48 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monolake,
Silicon Teens,
Scan 7,
Sam Rivers,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Pantaleimon,
Flamin' Groovies,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Yusef Lateef,
Ohio Players,
Skaos,
Scrapy,
Ice-T,
Con Funk Shun,
Adolescents,
Stereo Dub,
Rakim,
The Slackers,
the Human League,
Pagans,
The Leaves,
Loose Ends,
Jacques Brel,
Joey Negro,
Jeff Lynne,
Radio Birdman,
The Blackbyrds,
Masters at Work,
Wings,
Mandrill,
Qualms,
Steve Hackett,
Kenny Larkin,
Jesper Dahlback,
Royal Trux,
Television,
Khruangbin,
Suicide,
Gerry Rafferty,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Susan Cadogan,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Maurizio,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Parry Music,
Slick Rick,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The J.B.'s,
Drive Like Jehu,
Boredoms,
Don Cherry,
Blancmange,
The Monks,
Funkadelic,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
MC5,
Joe Finger,
David Axelrod,
Minor Threat,
Mission of Burma,
Newcleus,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers.
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.