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 Ireland and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 oboe 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 Animal Collective to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Crash Course in Science tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Eating Sloth 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
LL Cool J,
June of 44,
Curtis Mayfield,
Anakelly,
The Trojans,
Ossler,
Neu!,
Guru Guru,
Circle Jerks,
Pylon,
Harpers Bizarre,
Scion,
Blake Baxter,
Rosa Yemen,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
A Certain Ratio,
Leonard Cohen,
Smog,
Minny Pops,
Barrington Levy,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Moby Grape,
Deepchord,
Royal Trux,
X-101,
Vainqueur,
Severed Heads,
Nils Olav,
Tomorrow,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Maleditus Sound,
Clear Light,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Derrick Morgan,
Barclay James Harvest,
Soft Cell,
Theoretical Girls,
48th St. Collective,
X-102,
The Selecter,
Japan,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Goldenarms,
The Fall,
Subhumans,
Tim Buckley,
The Fire Engines,
Darondo,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Monks,
Archie Shepp,
Stetsasonic,
Scratch Acid,
Los Fastidios,
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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.