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 East Timor and from Glasgow.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Bremen.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Panda Bear to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 JFA. All the underground hits.
All DeepChord presents Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Essential Logic 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum 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 organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fat Boys,
The Flesh Eaters,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lightning Bolt,
Angry Samoans,
Eric Copeland,
Joy Division,
The Leaves,
The Moody Blues,
Althea and Donna,
The Gories,
The Gap Band,
Cecil Taylor,
Tropical Tobacco,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Arthur Verocai,
Barrington Levy,
Patti Smith,
Bobby Sherman,
Pulsallama,
The Mojo Men,
Amazonics,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Soulsonic Force,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Flipper,
Joyce Sims,
Jacob Miller,
Roxy Music,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lower 48,
The Index,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Eden Ahbez,
Bush Tetras,
Davy DMX,
World's Most,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Accadde A,
Rufus Thomas,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ronnie Foster,
Lee Hazlewood,
MDC,
The Fortunes,
Eddi Front,
Radio Birdman,
Bauhaus,
Jeru the Damaja,
Public Enemy,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Trumans Water,
Subhumans,
Alton Ellis,
Sex Pistols,
Roxette,
The Real Kids,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Monks,
Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears.
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.