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 Kenya and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 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 Sly & The Family Stone to the rap 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 Young Rascals. All the underground hits.
All Jacob Miller tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eve St. Jones,
The Techniques,
Pole,
Gabor Szabo,
The Pretty Things,
Flipper,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Gregory Isaacs,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Man Eating Sloth,
Mission of Burma,
Nils Olav,
Radio Birdman,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Misunderstood,
Yazoo,
Ohio Players,
The Slits,
Wasted Youth,
Drexciya,
Max Romeo,
Eli Mardock,
The Angels of Light,
Ken Boothe,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Knickerbockers,
Matthew Bourne,
The Busters,
Sixth Finger,
Marmalade,
Bill Near,
Bill Wells,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Cybotron,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Young Rascals,
Mandrill,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Warsaw,
Underground Resistance,
L. Decosne,
Carl Craig,
Can,
The Doors,
John Holt,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Zero Boys,
Outsiders,
Eric B and Rakim,
Technova,
Agent Orange,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
EPMD,
Flash Fearless,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Magma,
K-Klass,
Cluster,
Radiopuhelimet,
the Bar-Kays,
Monolake,
Alice Coltrane,
Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi.
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.