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 Somalia and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Tom Verlaine 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 EPMD to the dance 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap. All the underground hits.
All Flash Fearless tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MC5 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a D'Angelo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lungfish,
The Pretty Things,
Young Marble Giants,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Wings,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Happenings,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
F. McDonald,
Rhythm & Sound,
Eddi Front,
Rod Modell,
Graham Central Station,
These Immortal Souls,
Marmalade,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sixth Finger,
The Seeds,
Scion,
Chrome,
John Foxx,
Glenn Branca,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sun Ra,
The Modern Lovers,
Nas,
Slick Rick,
Alton Ellis,
The Toasters,
Minnie Riperton,
Erykah Badu,
Sister Nancy,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bang On A Can,
KRS-One,
Black Moon,
Groovy Waters,
Aaron Thompson,
Tropical Tobacco,
Byron Stingily,
Los Fastidios,
The Golliwogs,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Todd Terry,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Buckinghams,
Chris Corsano,
Laurel Aitken,
Charles Mingus,
Angry Samoans,
Siglo XX,
Scientists,
China Crisis,
Ken Boothe,
June Days,
Boogie Down Productions,
Suicide, Suicide, Suicide, Suicide.
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.