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 Cameroon and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Donald Fagen 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 Velvet Underground to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes. All the underground hits.
All David Axelrod tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Juan Atkins 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 organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grauzone,
Wally Richardson,
Rekid,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ice-T,
These Immortal Souls,
The Searchers,
The Fugs,
Funky Four + One,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Depeche Mode,
Ituana,
the Germs,
Crash Course in Science,
Joe Finger,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lakeside,
The Doors,
Interpol,
Black Sheep,
Kevin Saunderson,
Basic Channel,
Black Pus,
EPMD,
Eden Ahbez,
Gang Gang Dance,
Moebius,
The Electric Prunes,
KRS-One,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Parry Music,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Busters,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Wolf Eyes,
Das Ding,
Albert Ayler,
The Sonics,
Scan 7,
Janne Schatter,
New Order,
Gabor Szabo,
The Slackers,
Boz Scaggs,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lee Hazlewood,
Radio Birdman,
Eric Dolphy,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Idris Muhammad,
The Fuzztones,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bobby Sherman,
Model 500,
Kerrie Biddell,
Quantec,
Donald Byrd,
Banda Bassotti,
Roxy Music,
The Zeros,
Eli Mardock,
Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear.
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.