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 Turkmenistan and from Toronto.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Electric Prunes to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 the Swans. All the underground hits.
All Nirvana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Animal Collective 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ornette Coleman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sunsets and Hearts,
Massinfluence,
Skriet,
Scott Walker,
Dark Day,
Grauzone,
Niagra,
Sarah Menescal,
The Stooges,
Don Cherry,
June Days,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
ABBA,
Echospace,
Easy Going,
Suburban Knight,
Jerry's Kids,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Jandek,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
D'Angelo,
Anthony Braxton,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Kayak,
OOIOO,
Flamin' Groovies,
Rites of Spring,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
June of 44,
Todd Terry,
10cc,
Slave,
T. Rex,
Tomorrow,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Moebius,
Faraquet,
Scientists,
the Bar-Kays,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sexual Harrassment,
Flash Fearless,
Suicide,
Wire,
Public Image Ltd.,
Rhythm & Sound,
Grey Daturas,
Spandau Ballet,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Mandrill,
Television Personalities,
Tim Buckley,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Joy Division,
Ronan,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Radiohead,
Blossom Toes,
DNA,
Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick.
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.