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 Austria and from Columbus.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Oppenheimer Analysis to the rock 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 Tim Buckley. All the underground hits.
All X-101 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Make Up record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Animal Collective,
The Selecter,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
kango's stein massive,
Darondo,
The Names,
Toni Rubio,
The Seeds,
Kerri Chandler,
the Bar-Kays,
Lakeside,
Henry Cow,
Pussy Galore,
Tears for Fears,
Section 25,
Fugazi,
The Monks,
Organ,
Niagra,
Arab on Radar,
Harry Pussy,
Aural Exciters,
FM Einheit,
D'Angelo,
UT,
Saccharine Trust,
Harmonia,
Nirvana,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Modern Lovers,
Brick,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Masters at Work,
New Order,
Outsiders,
the Germs,
Qualms,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Oblivians,
Avey Tare,
Sparks,
Agitation Free,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Scan 7,
Das Ding,
Funky Four + One,
Technova,
Drexciya,
Loose Ends,
Stetsasonic,
New York Dolls,
Ten City,
The Techniques,
Ituana,
Black Bananas,
The Doors,
The Cure,
Erykah Badu,
The Standells,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers.
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.