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 Benin and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 K-Klass to the rap 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 Jerry Gold Smith. All the underground hits.
All Byron Stingily tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nik Kershaw 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lightning Bolt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fifty Foot Hose,
Danielle Patucci,
Section 25,
Ponytail,
The Evens,
The Raincoats,
Smog,
Mark Hollis,
Animal Collective,
The Smoke,
The Neon Judgement,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Traffic Nightmare,
David Bowie,
Angry Samoans,
Eddi Front,
The Names,
Minor Threat,
Minutemen,
Ken Boothe,
Khruangbin,
The Music Machine,
Amazonics,
a-ha,
Letta Mbulu,
Kaleidoscope,
Gastr Del Sol,
Brick,
Echospace,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bobby Womack,
Parry Music,
Deadbeat,
Flash Fearless,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Rod Modell,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Underground Resistance,
Thee Headcoats,
Scion,
Josef K,
Matthew Bourne,
Leonard Cohen,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Curtis Mayfield,
Duran Duran,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Agitation Free,
Von Mondo,
Banda Bassotti,
Rapeman,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The New Christs,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Siglo XX,
48th St. Collective,
Barbara Tucker,
Subhumans,
Black Bananas,
Scratch Acid,
The Durutti Column,
Outsiders,
The Mummies,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks.
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.