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 Korea North and from Seoul.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the organ 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 Unwound to the rap 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 Pharoah Sanders. All the underground hits.
All Sunsets and Hearts tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Flag record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Shadows of Knight,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Main Source,
Second Layer,
The Dead C,
LL Cool J,
Terry Callier,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Scratch Acid,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Groovy Waters,
Black Moon,
The Dirtbombs,
Althea and Donna,
Tommy Roe,
Glenn Branca,
Average White Band,
Todd Rundgren,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Cecil Taylor,
The Real Kids,
Hasil Adkins,
Crash Course in Science,
Zero Boys,
Slick Rick,
The Blues Magoos,
Radiohead,
Cybotron,
The Sound,
Liliput,
Quadrant,
Los Fastidios,
T.S.O.L.,
Sixth Finger,
Electric Prunes,
Scott Walker,
Piero Umiliani,
The Smoke,
It's A Beautiful Day,
These Immortal Souls,
R.M.O.,
Janne Schatter,
Bronski Beat,
The Residents,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Suicide,
Ituana,
the Association,
Eddi Front,
The Tremeloes,
The Blackbyrds,
Juan Atkins,
Wire,
Al Stewart,
The Slits,
One Last Wish,
The Mojo Men,
Crispian St. Peters,
Peter & Gordon,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lou Christie,
The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots.
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.