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 Sao Paulo.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 ABBA to the grime 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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago. All the underground hits.
All Crash Course in Science tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moss Icon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Animal Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Circle Jerks,
John Foxx,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Mo-Dettes,
The Associates,
Hot Snakes,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Roger Hodgson,
Whodini,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Martian,
Mr. Review,
Bobby Sherman,
Amazonics,
the Association,
Glenn Branca,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Black Dice,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sam Rivers,
Maleditus Sound,
Fela Kuti,
8 Eyed Spy,
Tim Buckley,
Throbbing Gristle,
Organ,
Procol Harum,
Dead Boys,
The Dead C,
The Music Machine,
Lightning Bolt,
Marvin Gaye,
Barrington Levy,
Johnny Clarke,
The Cramps,
Sight & Sound,
Parry Music,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bush Tetras,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Laurel Aitken,
Hashim,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Delta 5,
Marmalade,
the Soft Cell,
R.M.O.,
Groovy Waters,
Fifty Foot Hose,
John Lydon,
Pere Ubu,
New York Dolls,
The Evens,
Simply Red,
Pharoah Sanders,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Danielle Patucci,
Yaz,
Harmonia,
Loose Ends,
Glambeats Corp.,
Kerri Chandler,
Dennis Brown,
Bobby Womack,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks.
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.