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 the UAE and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 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 Sly & The Family Stone to the dance 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 Lower 48. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ponytail 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Panda Bear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Raincoats,
These Immortal Souls,
Nas,
8 Eyed Spy,
Agent Orange,
Bang On A Can,
Au Pairs,
Jerry's Kids,
Tom Boy,
Malaria!,
Laurel Aitken,
The Fall,
Jeru the Damaja,
Clear Light,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ossler,
Roxette,
The Move,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Victims,
Hasil Adkins,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Henry Cow,
Section 25,
The Real Kids,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Susan Cadogan,
Dark Day,
Rufus Thomas,
Jacques Brel,
Marshall Jefferson,
Kevin Saunderson,
Camouflage,
Public Enemy,
Bluetip,
Marvin Gaye,
Lower 48,
Peter & Gordon,
F. McDonald,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
In Retrospect,
Mad Mike,
Gang of Four,
Minutemen,
Zapp,
The Fortunes,
Piero Umiliani,
John Holt,
The Knickerbockers,
Todd Rundgren,
The Seeds,
Roxy Music,
U.S. Maple,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Scan 7,
Pole,
The Standells,
Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag.
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.