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 Macedonia and from Portland.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the güiro 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 Amon Düül to the dance 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 Fear. All the underground hits.
All Pharoah Sanders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ossler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reagan Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Franke,
Mars,
Young Marble Giants,
Tim Buckley,
Grey Daturas,
The Mojo Men,
the Fania All-Stars,
Yusef Lateef,
48th St. Collective,
Second Layer,
Quadrant,
Pet Shop Boys,
Spoonie Gee,
Warsaw,
Danielle Patucci,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
H. Thieme,
Flipper,
Little Man,
Deakin,
Monks,
the Germs,
Pagans,
DJ Sneak,
Harpers Bizarre,
Donald Byrd,
T.S.O.L.,
The Young Rascals,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Nils Olav,
Marshall Jefferson,
June Days,
Das Ding,
Motorama,
Intrusion,
Urselle,
The Gories,
The Trojans,
Rufus Thomas,
T. Rex,
Aaron Thompson,
Soulsonic Force,
Judy Mowatt,
Connie Case,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Y Pants,
The Dead C,
The Searchers,
Livin' Joy,
Godley & Creme,
Radiohead,
Mad Mike,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Camouflage,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Wolf Eyes,
The Martian,
Monolake,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Mr. Review,
New Age Steppers,
Accadde A,
Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr.
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.