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 Lithuania 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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 The Cosmic Jokers to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Interpol. All the underground hits.
All Godley & Creme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soulsonic Force record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flash Fearless record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiohead,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Agent Orange,
Porter Ricks,
New Age Steppers,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
In Retrospect,
the Swans,
Gichy Dan,
Essential Logic,
New York Dolls,
David Bowie,
Neil Young,
The Dead C,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Howard Jones,
Lindisfarne,
H. Thieme,
Aural Exciters,
Theoretical Girls,
Mark Hollis,
Brick,
Sound Behaviour,
Nick Fraelich,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Organ,
Sixth Finger,
Curtis Mayfield,
Scrapy,
Boredoms,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Cal Tjader,
Rufus Thomas,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Can,
Suburban Knight,
Funky Four + One,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Quantec,
Janne Schatter,
Intrusion,
Electric Prunes,
The Blackbyrds,
Sarah Menescal,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The J.B.'s,
Wire,
Bad Manners,
FM Einheit,
Deepchord,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Half Japanese,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ultravox,
Joensuu 1685,
Rekid,
Harmonia,
Juan Atkins,
the Bar-Kays,
Sun City Girls,
Yazoo,
Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen.
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.