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 Philippines and from Lille.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 harpsichord 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 Dave Clark Five to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Residents. All the underground hits.
All Von Mondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every This Heat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terror Squad Feat. Camron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sexual Harrassment,
World's Most,
Technova,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Marc Almond,
The Names,
Lightning Bolt,
Ossler,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Alison Limerick,
Echospace,
Magma,
UT,
Charles Mingus,
The Detroit Cobras,
Tomorrow,
Smog,
a-ha,
Stiv Bators,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
John Holt,
Stockholm Monsters,
Black Flag,
Bootsy Collins,
Steve Hackett,
Cheater Slicks,
The Martian,
Procol Harum,
Bronski Beat,
The Alarm Clocks,
Oneida,
Yellowson,
CMW,
Delon & Dalcan,
Byron Stingily,
Unrelated Segments,
Gastr Del Sol,
Reagan Youth,
The Fall,
Liliput,
Negative Approach,
Jacob Miller,
Kool Moe Dee,
Crispian St. Peters,
EPMD,
LL Cool J,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Neil Young,
The Birthday Party,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Raincoats,
Gang Green,
The Techniques,
the Germs,
Lalann,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Jawbox,
Shuggie Otis,
Public Image Ltd.,
Nick Fraelich,
Eden Ahbez,
Rotary Connection,
Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster.
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.