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 Germany and from Woodstock.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 United States of America to the grunge 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 Sly & The Family Stone. All the underground hits.
All Robert Görl tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lee Hazlewood 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Divine Comedy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mr. Review,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bill Near,
Beasts of Bourbon,
MDC,
Anakelly,
Brass Construction,
Newcleus,
Roger Hodgson,
Tubeway Army,
Alton Ellis,
Jacob Miller,
Chrome,
Lakeside,
Fluxion,
Niagra,
Terry Callier,
Accadde A,
The Stooges,
D'Angelo,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Eric Copeland,
Chris & Cosey,
Donny Hathaway,
Clear Light,
Flash Fearless,
Aural Exciters,
Camouflage,
The Residents,
Jawbox,
Cymande,
Silicon Teens,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Yazoo,
Toni Rubio,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Gerry Rafferty,
Warren Ellis,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Agitation Free,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Infiniti,
Godley & Creme,
Smog,
Public Enemy,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Camberwell Now,
The Index,
Aaron Thompson,
Davy DMX,
Scratch Acid,
Thompson Twins,
Colin Newman,
Bush Tetras,
Tommy Roe,
Eric Dolphy,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bizarre Inc.,
Moby Grape,
Organ,
Jerry's Kids,
The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men.
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.