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 Gambia and from Jakarta.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 oboe 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 Count Five to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Shadows of Knight. All the underground hits.
All Malaria! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Smooth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rahsaan Roland Kirk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick May,
Malaria!,
Public Image Ltd.,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Star Department,
Sex Pistols,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Animal Collective,
Pylon,
Pagans,
Howard Jones,
DJ Sneak,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Seeds,
Man Parrish,
Ronnie Foster,
Minor Threat,
The Birthday Party,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
U.S. Maple,
Unwound,
Byron Stingily,
Cecil Taylor,
Section 25,
Crispy Ambulance,
Fat Boys,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Clear Light,
Minny Pops,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Liliput,
Glenn Branca,
Barclay James Harvest,
Television Personalities,
Piero Umiliani,
The Count Five,
X-Ray Spex,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ornette Coleman,
The Golliwogs,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sparks,
Max Romeo,
Tomorrow,
Duran Duran,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lou Reed,
Fatback Band,
Chris & Cosey,
Sister Nancy,
Skaos,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Blackbyrds,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
MDC,
Rakim,
Black Moon,
Wings,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack.
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.