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 Paraguay and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Pharoah Sanders to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Panda Bear. All the underground hits.
All Lou Christie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxy Music record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shuggie Otis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hoover,
The Last Poets,
Don Cherry,
Maleditus Sound,
Organ,
Amazonics,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Standells,
Black Bananas,
Mars,
Stereo Dub,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Names,
Janne Schatter,
Scrapy,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Terrestrial Tones,
Spoonie Gee,
Fear,
Wally Richardson,
Eli Mardock,
Pagans,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Todd Rundgren,
Sexual Harrassment,
Junior Murvin,
Heaven 17,
Skarface,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Nils Olav,
John Coltrane,
Sonic Youth,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
John Lydon,
One Last Wish,
Scion,
Basic Channel,
kango's stein massive,
Sarah Menescal,
Crime,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
the Swans,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sun Ra,
Black Pus,
Pulsallama,
Amon Düül,
The Vogues,
James White and The Blacks,
Neu!,
These Immortal Souls,
Yaz,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Severed Heads,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Nick Fraelich,
Man Parrish,
Grey Daturas,
Motorama, Motorama, Motorama, Motorama.
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.