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 Libya and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Bob Dylan to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Camberwell Now. All the underground hits.
All The Offenders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Isaac Hayes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a R.M.O. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cameo,
Con Funk Shun,
Saccharine Trust,
Terry Callier,
Soul II Soul,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Monks,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Television Personalities,
Faraquet,
L. Decosne,
Crooked Eye,
Crispian St. Peters,
Crash Course in Science,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Slick Rick,
Iggy Pop,
The Fugs,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Radiohead,
The United States of America,
Arthur Verocai,
Funkadelic,
Ronnie Foster,
Bobby Byrd,
Glambeats Corp.,
Pantaleimon,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Toasters,
Swell Maps,
Leonard Cohen,
The Seeds,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Pole,
Howard Jones,
Grey Daturas,
Nirvana,
Dawn Penn,
Warren Ellis,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Misunderstood,
Lucky Dragons,
Panda Bear,
Fugazi,
James White and The Blacks,
Joe Smooth,
Nico,
Subhumans,
The Busters,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Mandrill,
Jacques Brel,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Wake,
Theoretical Girls,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Flash Fearless,
Alice Coltrane,
Robert Görl,
Amon Düül II,
Erykah Badu,
Lungfish,
Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside.
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.