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 Colombia and from Glasgow.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Donald Fagen 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 Bizarre Inc. to the rap 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 Joey Negro. All the underground hits.
All Panda Bear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Coltrane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Martian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Circle Jerks,
The Victims,
These Immortal Souls,
Peter & Gordon,
Todd Terry,
Radiopuhelimet,
DJ Style,
U.S. Maple,
Juan Atkins,
Michelle Simonal,
Alison Limerick,
Laurel Aitken,
Faraquet,
the Fania All-Stars,
World's Most,
Grandmaster Flash,
New York Dolls,
Yusef Lateef,
Procol Harum,
Motorama,
Shoche,
Steve Hackett,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Smiths,
Nick Fraelich,
Easy Going,
Brass Construction,
Hoover,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Public Image Ltd.,
Cybotron,
Excepter,
Joy Division,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Can,
Hot Snakes,
Eden Ahbez,
Rakim,
the Sonics,
The Last Poets,
The Beau Brummels,
Kas Product,
Buzzcocks,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Mojo Men,
Von Mondo,
Amon Düül II,
Lyres,
Lou Reed,
The Moleskins,
Ten City,
Roxy Music,
8 Eyed Spy,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Gun Club,
The Blues Magoos,
Neu!,
48th St. Collective,
Theoretical Girls,
This Heat,
Jimmy McGriff,
Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight.
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.