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 Croatia and from Hong Kong.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Janne Schatter to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Vogues. All the underground hits.
All Cameo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Josef K record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minor Threat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxy Music,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Blake Baxter,
A Certain Ratio,
The Fire Engines,
Dennis Brown,
Public Enemy,
Don Cherry,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bobby Womack,
Gabor Szabo,
Franke,
The Invisible,
Deepchord,
Khruangbin,
Agitation Free,
Robert Hood,
Hoover,
Alton Ellis,
Ornette Coleman,
Rufus Thomas,
Roy Ayers,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Oneida,
The Litter,
Josef K,
Fad Gadget,
Eli Mardock,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Martian,
Unwound,
Fluxion,
Terry Callier,
The Trojans,
Dual Sessions,
Bill Wells,
David McCallum,
New Age Steppers,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Moebius,
Fatback Band,
Avey Tare,
Eurythmics,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Country Teasers,
The Alarm Clocks,
Charles Mingus,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Doors,
Dead Boys,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Hot Snakes,
Crispian St. Peters,
U.S. Maple,
Marine Girls,
the Normal,
Susan Cadogan,
Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17.
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.