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 Bahrain and from Beijing.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Gories to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Rotary Connection. All the underground hits.
All The Fugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barrington Levy 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Outsiders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Supertramp,
Isaac Hayes,
Malaria!,
The Cramps,
cv313,
Hasil Adkins,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Saccharine Trust,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Motions,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Pretty Things,
Oneida,
T. Rex,
Robert Hood,
Eric B and Rakim,
Patti Smith,
Derrick Morgan,
Livin' Joy,
The Count Five,
Pharoah Sanders,
Eve St. Jones,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Black Sheep,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Goldenarms,
Fat Boys,
The New Christs,
Rapeman,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Duran Duran,
The Residents,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Hardrive,
Suburban Knight,
Country Teasers,
Sun City Girls,
Aswad,
Television Personalities,
Royal Trux,
Los Fastidios,
Bob Dylan,
Moebius,
Gastr Del Sol,
Dead Boys,
the Germs,
OOIOO,
Lou Reed,
The Associates,
MDC,
Sandy B,
Susan Cadogan,
Young Marble Giants,
Infiniti,
In Retrospect,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Red Krayola,
Amazonics,
U.S. Maple,
Pylon,
Fear, Fear, Fear, Fear.
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.