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 Ecuador and from Toronto.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 sitar 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 Lungfish to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Excepter. All the underground hits.
All Banda Bassotti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fugazi 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shuggie Otis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wings,
Neu!,
Lungfish,
Bobby Womack,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Stiv Bators,
Harry Pussy,
Circle Jerks,
John Lydon,
Interpol,
Funky Four + One,
Tomorrow,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Zapp,
Joe Smooth,
Lalann,
The Cure,
Alton Ellis,
Gerry Rafferty,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Chrome,
Fatback Band,
The Fugs,
KRS-One,
Robert Görl,
Black Sheep,
Black Pus,
Jimmy McGriff,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ronan,
Idris Muhammad,
Don Cherry,
Erykah Badu,
Television,
The Dave Clark Five,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Beau Brummels,
Joy Division,
Scott Walker,
Amazonics,
Scientists,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Gladiators,
Wally Richardson,
Eric Copeland,
The Selecter,
Pere Ubu,
Jeff Mills,
Smog,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Duran Duran,
Arcadia,
Schoolly D,
Siglo XX,
Sugar Minott,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Girls At Our Best!,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Roxy Music,
The Residents,
Nas,
Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail.
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.