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 Uruguay and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Invisible to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Roger Hodgson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Curtis Mayfield 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young & Crazy Horse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Evens,
The Five Americans,
The Leaves,
Nas,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
John Coltrane,
Eric Copeland,
Barry Ungar,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
CMW,
Bootsy Collins,
Joyce Sims,
David McCallum,
Man Parrish,
Connie Case,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Von Mondo,
Jeru the Damaja,
Warsaw,
A Certain Ratio,
The Moody Blues,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Half Japanese,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Donny Hathaway,
One Last Wish,
Pagans,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
David Bowie,
Harry Pussy,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Inner City,
Deepchord,
Procol Harum,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bobby Byrd,
Public Enemy,
Juan Atkins,
Sällskapet,
Minutemen,
Q and Not U,
Underground Resistance,
The Monochrome Set,
T. Rex,
Average White Band,
The Dave Clark Five,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Modern Lovers,
Rosa Yemen,
Flipper,
Brass Construction,
The Residents,
Donald Byrd,
Japan,
Niagra,
Amon Düül II,
Black Bananas,
Lucky Dragons,
Danielle Patucci,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Fluxion,
The Standells, The Standells, The Standells, The Standells.
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.