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 Maldives and from Shanghai.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 synthesizer 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 Radiohead 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 Hot Snakes. All the underground hits.
All It's A Beautiful Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boz Scaggs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Vogues,
Panda Bear,
Laurel Aitken,
The Tremeloes,
Young Marble Giants,
The Smiths,
Bobby Byrd,
Tim Buckley,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Hardrive,
Marmalade,
Marc Almond,
Eli Mardock,
Mo-Dettes,
Pylon,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Colin Newman,
Yaz,
The Searchers,
Sex Pistols,
The Neon Judgement,
The Martian,
Average White Band,
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The Last Poets,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Pagans,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Terry Callier,
The Black Dice,
Bobby Sherman,
Ultravox,
Amon Düül II,
Flash Fearless,
Mantronix,
The Divine Comedy,
Sixth Finger,
The Trojans,
The Moleskins,
Rosa Yemen,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Pretty Things,
Pere Ubu,
Matthew Halsall,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Index,
Derrick May,
Infiniti,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
the Soft Cell,
Shoche,
Lindisfarne,
Tommy Roe,
June Days,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Birthday Party,
Camouflage,
Ronan,
Black Flag,
Avey Tare,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family.
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.