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 Morocco and from London.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 guitar 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 Section 25 to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band. All the underground hits.
All The Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aural Exciters 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 linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Motorama,
Black Sheep,
The Raincoats,
Skriet,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
DNA,
Aaron Thompson,
The Angels of Light,
Shuggie Otis,
Cameo,
Easy Going,
the Slits,
Magma,
Yaz,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Fall,
Absolute Body Control,
Deadbeat,
Max Romeo,
D'Angelo,
Con Funk Shun,
Sun Ra,
The Toasters,
H. Thieme,
Scientists,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lebanon Hanover,
Dark Day,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Banda Bassotti,
Circle Jerks,
One Last Wish,
Symarip,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
OOIOO,
Y Pants,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Vainqueur,
the Fania All-Stars,
Andrew Hill,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
John Coltrane,
Prince Buster,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Al Stewart,
The Monochrome Set,
Scrapy,
Hasil Adkins,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Moody Blues,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Invisible,
the Bar-Kays,
Barrington Levy,
Ultravox,
New Order,
Terry Callier,
Connie Case,
The American Breed,
The Music Machine,
Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound.
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.