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 Kyrgyzstan and from Columbus.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Walker Brothers to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Fuzztones. All the underground hits.
All The Chocolate Watch Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mo-Dettes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Music Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radio Birdman,
Man Eating Sloth,
Interpol,
Panda Bear,
Babytalk,
The Buckinghams,
JFA,
E-Dancer,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sexual Harrassment,
Eric B and Rakim,
Depeche Mode,
the Bar-Kays,
The Raincoats,
Aloha Tigers,
DJ Sneak,
Yellowson,
Funky Four + One,
The Mojo Men,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ossler,
The Names,
The Offenders,
Tim Buckley,
Sandy B,
D'Angelo,
The Smoke,
Hoover,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ohio Players,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Black Pus,
R.M.O.,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Danielle Patucci,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Mr. Review,
FM Einheit,
Pere Ubu,
Monks,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sugar Minott,
Don Cherry,
Electric Prunes,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lou Reed,
Brand Nubian,
Fela Kuti,
Gang Starr,
Blake Baxter,
Fatback Band,
Eyeless In Gaza,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
the Slits,
Joe Finger,
Sun City Girls,
The Zeros,
The Human League,
Cameo,
The Saints,
Tubeway Army,
The Fire Engines,
Jeff Lynne,
Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone.
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.