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 Romania and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Paris.
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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Camouflage to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Panda Bear. All the underground hits.
All Lyres tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Metal Thangz 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Circle Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Cameo,
Sixth Finger,
Unrelated Segments,
Blake Baxter,
Can,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The New Christs,
The Evens,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Durutti Column,
Das Ding,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Animal Collective,
CMW,
Spoonie Gee,
Nirvana,
Nico,
Country Teasers,
LL Cool J,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Grass Roots,
Maurizio,
Spandau Ballet,
The Cramps,
Goldenarms,
Siglo XX,
Fatback Band,
Alphaville,
The Gories,
Easy Going,
Wire,
Von Mondo,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Morten Harket,
Motorama,
T. Rex,
Scan 7,
Mo-Dettes,
JFA,
The Slits,
Crooked Eye,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Q and Not U,
Ten City,
The Doobie Brothers,
Gang Gang Dance,
Gang of Four,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Eurythmics,
Joy Division,
The Music Machine,
Scratch Acid,
The Residents,
Icehouse,
Radio Birdman,
Flipper,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt.
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.