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 Angola and from Winnipeg.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 chamberlin 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 The Remains to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Moss Icon. All the underground hits.
All Anthony Braxton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erykah Badu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül II record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Music Machine,
MC5,
Buzzcocks,
The Divine Comedy,
John Holt,
Q and Not U,
Crispian St. Peters,
The American Breed,
Whodini,
Franke,
Banda Bassotti,
Rakim,
Khruangbin,
Jerry's Kids,
A Certain Ratio,
Gang Gang Dance,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Fat Boys,
The Busters,
Flash Fearless,
FM Einheit,
Althea and Donna,
The Misunderstood,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ludus,
Tom Boy,
Kerrie Biddell,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Johnny Osbourne,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
kango's stein massive,
Wire,
Stereo Dub,
Can,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Cramps,
Amon Düül II,
Stetsasonic,
Black Moon,
Scratch Acid,
Radiohead,
X-101,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Neon Judgement,
Aural Exciters,
The Zeros,
Guru Guru,
The Count Five,
The Cowsills,
The Sonics,
The Red Krayola,
Moby Grape,
Mission of Burma,
Kevin Saunderson,
Mad Mike,
Malaria!,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Panda Bear,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun.
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.