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 Equatorial Guinea and from Manila.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Columbus.
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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Lalo Schifrin 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 The United States of America. All the underground hits.
All Q65 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lucky Dragons record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monks,
The Martian,
the Sonics,
Man Parrish,
New York Dolls,
Deadbeat,
Nick Fraelich,
Lalo Schifrin,
Soft Machine,
Popol Vuh,
Throbbing Gristle,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Yellowson,
Graham Central Station,
Electric Prunes,
Sun Ra,
Arcadia,
Eden Ahbez,
Curtis Mayfield,
Heaven 17,
X-101,
Surgeon,
Young Marble Giants,
Sandy B,
Chris & Cosey,
Sarah Menescal,
Main Source,
Sun City Girls,
The Happenings,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Banda Bassotti,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Country Teasers,
Rakim,
The Gories,
Joyce Sims,
The Mummies,
Little Man,
Cluster,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ossler,
Television Personalities,
Traffic Nightmare,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Moleskins,
Public Enemy,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
a-ha,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
James White and The Blacks,
Inner City,
Thee Headcoats,
Bizarre Inc.,
Erasure,
The Standells,
The Music Machine,
Mars,
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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.