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 Cyprus 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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 spring reverb 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 Nils Olav to the grunge 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 Dead C. All the underground hits.
All Barclay James Harvest tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donald Byrd 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Albert Ayler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
JFA,
Leonard Cohen,
The Index,
Prince Buster,
Stetsasonic,
The Slackers,
Rakim,
Maurizio,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Glambeats Corp.,
David Bowie,
Parry Music,
Minny Pops,
Eve St. Jones,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Alphaville,
Susan Cadogan,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Schoolly D,
The Doors,
Pantaleimon,
Pussy Galore,
Scott Walker,
Boogie Down Productions,
Urselle,
Marc Almond,
ABC,
Tears for Fears,
Lalo Schifrin,
Gong,
The Electric Prunes,
Max Romeo,
Mars,
The Gories,
the Sonics,
Arcadia,
The Dave Clark Five,
Soul Sonic Force,
Audionom,
Arthur Verocai,
Marvin Gaye,
Desert Stars,
The Fuzztones,
Faust,
Peter & Gordon,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Knickerbockers,
Sonic Youth,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Kinks,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Interpol,
Sight & Sound,
Khruangbin,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
OOIOO,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Boz Scaggs,
Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free.
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.