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 Uganda and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
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 Radiohead to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 a-ha. All the underground hits.
All The Monochrome Set tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Index record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moody Blues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boz Scaggs,
Wings,
Rufus Thomas,
Eli Mardock,
Severed Heads,
The Monks,
The Zeros,
Index,
Gastr Del Sol,
Brick,
The Cramps,
Big Daddy Kane,
Stiv Bators,
Technova,
Marvin Gaye,
the Normal,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Names,
Joe Finger,
Delon & Dalcan,
Spoonie Gee,
The Toasters,
Gichy Dan,
Procol Harum,
The Star Department,
Anakelly,
Tomorrow,
Roy Ayers,
June Days,
The Motions,
Public Enemy,
Bobby Sherman,
Alice Coltrane,
The Neon Judgement,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ken Boothe,
Erykah Badu,
Toni Rubio,
Scion,
The Fire Engines,
Loose Ends,
Minnie Riperton,
Simply Red,
Monks,
Lakeside,
Eden Ahbez,
Tim Buckley,
Kas Product,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Radio Birdman,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bronski Beat,
Crime,
The Count Five,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Electric Prunes,
The Last Poets,
Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja.
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.