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 Belarus and from Portland.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Evens to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Peter and Kerry. All the underground hits.
All Ultravox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythim Is Rhythim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Lynne 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?
Popol Vuh,
Bobby Sherman,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Patti Smith,
Model 500,
Aswad,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Mission of Burma,
Fluxion,
Scan 7,
Quadrant,
Cybotron,
F. McDonald,
Black Pus,
Royal Trux,
The Grass Roots,
Man Parrish,
Wally Richardson,
Franke,
The Evens,
10cc,
Archie Shepp,
Susan Cadogan,
Bobby Womack,
Man Eating Sloth,
Minny Pops,
Yaz,
Letta Mbulu,
Negative Approach,
Traffic Nightmare,
Joyce Sims,
Mr. Review,
Icehouse,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Brothers Johnson,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Knickerbockers,
Simply Red,
New Age Steppers,
Byron Stingily,
Tommy Roe,
Iggy Pop,
Sister Nancy,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Pantytec,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Flesh Eaters,
Outsiders,
Mad Mike,
Tears for Fears,
Glambeats Corp.,
Wolf Eyes,
Severed Heads,
June of 44,
Danielle Patucci,
Rufus Thomas,
Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions.
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.