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 Nigeria and from Salvador.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Grass Roots to the grime 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 Traffic Nightmare. All the underground hits.
All Electric Light Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Theoretical Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick Morgan,
John Lydon,
The Victims,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
cv313,
Circle Jerks,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Leaves,
Crispian St. Peters,
Country Teasers,
The Five Americans,
Tom Boy,
Lungfish,
Lower 48,
Accadde A,
The Searchers,
Arab on Radar,
Joe Finger,
Dawn Penn,
MDC,
Buzzcocks,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Theoretical Girls,
Boogie Down Productions,
Leonard Cohen,
U.S. Maple,
Colin Newman,
The Litter,
Alton Ellis,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Youth Brigade,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sun Ra,
The Raincoats,
Rapeman,
Eric B and Rakim,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Johnny Osbourne,
Joey Negro,
Stereo Dub,
Andrew Hill,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Crispy Ambulance,
Neil Young,
Hashim,
Glambeats Corp.,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Alice Coltrane,
The Dirtbombs,
Nils Olav,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Count Five,
The Pretty Things,
The Smoke,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Albert Ayler,
Harmonia,
The Last Poets,
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.