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 United States 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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Severed Heads to the crunk 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 JFA. All the underground hits.
All Louis and Bebe Barron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül II 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar 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 linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blake Baxter,
the Bar-Kays,
Gong,
Roxy Music,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Leaves,
Spandau Ballet,
Bush Tetras,
Guru Guru,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Panda Bear,
Chris Corsano,
Dorothy Ashby,
Joensuu 1685,
Mars,
Gabor Szabo,
R.M.O.,
the Human League,
June Days,
Andrew Hill,
Alton Ellis,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
cv313,
Kaleidoscope,
Scan 7,
Scratch Acid,
Sun Ra,
Todd Terry,
Kayak,
Flash Fearless,
Amon Düül II,
Flipper,
Lower 48,
Skaos,
Black Bananas,
Grey Daturas,
Groovy Waters,
Prince Buster,
UT,
Jimmy McGriff,
Rosa Yemen,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Monolake,
Oblivians,
Marine Girls,
Theoretical Girls,
EPMD,
The Alarm Clocks,
Rakim,
Quando Quango,
Crooked Eye,
Fatback Band,
Make Up,
The Wake,
Shoche,
Minor Threat,
Slick Rick,
Accadde A,
The Walker Brothers,
Chris & Cosey,
Yazoo,
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.