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 New Zealand and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 marimba 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 Excepter to the jazz 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 Von Mondo. All the underground hits.
All Jacques Brel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mary Jane Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro 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 sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smiths,
Infiniti,
Silicon Teens,
Cybotron,
The Golliwogs,
Jesper Dahlback,
Guru Guru,
Sandy B,
Jeru the Damaja,
Surgeon,
Yazoo,
Brothers Johnson,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Cymande,
Interpol,
Crooked Eye,
Marc Almond,
Gichy Dan,
Hot Snakes,
10cc,
Spoonie Gee,
The Standells,
Icehouse,
The Cure,
David Bowie,
Main Source,
H. Thieme,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Tommy Roe,
Lakeside,
Country Teasers,
Kerrie Biddell,
Nick Fraelich,
Dawn Penn,
The Grass Roots,
The Misunderstood,
Pharoah Sanders,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Last Poets,
The Fire Engines,
Terrestrial Tones,
Nils Olav,
Outsiders,
The Young Rascals,
The Gories,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lightning Bolt,
Malaria!,
Flash Fearless,
New Age Steppers,
Rites of Spring,
Das Ding,
Pagans,
Piero Umiliani,
X-101,
E-Dancer,
Laurel Aitken,
The Monks,
The Toasters,
Bluetip,
Black Pus,
The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks.
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.