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 Croatia and from Glasgow.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Graham Central Station to the techno 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 The Pretty Things. All the underground hits.
All Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Connie Case record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 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 EPMD record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Pus,
Technova,
Sun Ra,
Junior Murvin,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Evens,
Absolute Body Control,
Tears for Fears,
The Red Krayola,
OOIOO,
The Slits,
Minutemen,
David Axelrod,
Half Japanese,
The Standells,
The Residents,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Average White Band,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Zeros,
World's Most,
Skarface,
Marine Girls,
Niagra,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Los Fastidios,
Gong,
Chris Corsano,
The Kinks,
Clear Light,
Organ,
Royal Trux,
The Star Department,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Qualms,
Essential Logic,
Harmonia,
Public Enemy,
Kerrie Biddell,
New Order,
Yellowson,
Erykah Badu,
the Sonics,
PIL,
Outsiders,
Ronan,
Kayak,
Barrington Levy,
Amazonics,
Popol Vuh,
Carl Craig,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Big Daddy Kane,
Pere Ubu,
Roxy Music,
Basic Channel,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Dave Gahan,
The Index,
Franke,
Byron Stingily,
Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear.
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.