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 Estonia and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Gastr Del Sol to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Rapeman. All the underground hits.
All Todd Rundgren tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Connie Case 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oppenheimer Analysis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Half Japanese,
The Shadows of Knight,
Surgeon,
Bobby Sherman,
Rosa Yemen,
Roxy Music,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Tommy Roe,
Big Daddy Kane,
Flamin' Groovies,
Jacques Brel,
Aaron Thompson,
Scott Walker,
Little Man,
Harpers Bizarre,
Reagan Youth,
Niagra,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Intrusion,
Average White Band,
Joe Smooth,
Ash Ra Tempel,
John Lydon,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Negative Approach,
Lungfish,
Spoonie Gee,
Country Teasers,
Gichy Dan,
Funky Four + One,
Cecil Taylor,
Eden Ahbez,
Pole,
Interpol,
Sam Rivers,
Scientists,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Residents,
Brass Construction,
The Young Rascals,
Mary Jane Girls,
Traffic Nightmare,
Public Enemy,
Von Mondo,
Franke,
Scratch Acid,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Alison Limerick,
Sandy B,
Electric Prunes,
Circle Jerks,
Amazonics,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Crispy Ambulance,
Agent Orange,
Angry Samoans,
The Sonics,
Flipper,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ronan,
Tom Boy,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Prince Buster,
Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad.
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.