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 Madagascar and from Edmonton.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Black Moon to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Toni Rubio. All the underground hits.
All Pole tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kaleidoscope record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tubeway Army record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba 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?
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Robert Hood,
Bootsy Collins,
The Gladiators,
Pantytec,
Lou Reed,
Kaleidoscope,
Barry Ungar,
The Smoke,
Lee Hazlewood,
Marcia Griffiths,
Jacob Miller,
Rosa Yemen,
Hasil Adkins,
Jawbox,
Donald Byrd,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Fortunes,
Sun Ra,
Television,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Kayak,
Sonny Sharrock,
Au Pairs,
Tommy Roe,
Grauzone,
Excepter,
Eric Copeland,
JFA,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Stockholm Monsters,
This Heat,
Shuggie Otis,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Cybotron,
The Standells,
Fad Gadget,
Ten City,
Isaac Hayes,
Lou Christie,
Jacques Brel,
Groovy Waters,
Prince Buster,
The Real Kids,
Pole,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Crispian St. Peters,
Brick,
Amon Düül II,
Pharoah Sanders,
Kerri Chandler,
Camberwell Now,
Arthur Verocai,
Dual Sessions,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Cowsills,
The Fire Engines,
Scan 7,
The Dave Clark Five,
Scion,
Ralphi Rosario,
The United States of America,
E-Dancer,
The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges.
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.