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 Antigua 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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 CMW to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Vogues. All the underground hits.
All T. Rex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Clear Light record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a World's Most record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monochrome Set,
The Dirtbombs,
MDC,
The Dave Clark Five,
Eden Ahbez,
The Cramps,
The Black Dice,
Urselle,
Groovy Waters,
Rod Modell,
Kaleidoscope,
Porter Ricks,
Matthew Halsall,
Matthew Bourne,
Dorothy Ashby,
EPMD,
Eli Mardock,
X-101,
Faust,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Easy Going,
The Birthday Party,
The Stooges,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
New York Dolls,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
New Age Steppers,
Loose Ends,
D'Angelo,
Jesper Dahlback,
Skaos,
Tomorrow,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
cv313,
Adolescents,
The New Christs,
The Zeros,
Roger Hodgson,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Kas Product,
Jimmy McGriff,
Inner City,
Tom Boy,
The Mummies,
Harmonia,
Nation of Ulysses,
the Sonics,
Ornette Coleman,
Motorama,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bush Tetras,
Ohio Players,
Janne Schatter,
The Remains,
Bluetip,
Morten Harket,
Fad Gadget,
The Velvet Underground,
Quantec,
LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J.
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.