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 Palau and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 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 Beasts of Bourbon to the rap 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 Human League. All the underground hits.
All The Five Americans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Livin' Joy 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 rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unrelated Segments record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Juan Atkins,
Boz Scaggs,
Theoretical Girls,
Ronnie Foster,
The Birthday Party,
Alice Coltrane,
Yusef Lateef,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bill Wells,
The Smiths,
Kerri Chandler,
Pulsallama,
Pharoah Sanders,
Dave Gahan,
Lungfish,
The Victims,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Barrington Levy,
Bob Dylan,
Quando Quango,
Excepter,
Audionom,
Bobby Sherman,
Pussy Galore,
Hoover,
Kayak,
Maleditus Sound,
New Order,
The Fall,
Surgeon,
Carl Craig,
Rod Modell,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
MC5,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
MDC,
Wolf Eyes,
48th St. Collective,
Young Marble Giants,
The Divine Comedy,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
David Axelrod,
The Mojo Men,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Human League,
T.S.O.L.,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Harmonia,
The Motions,
Jandek,
Scott Walker,
Minutemen,
The Vogues,
Public Image Ltd.,
Todd Rundgren,
The Durutti Column,
Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock.
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.