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 Mongolia and from Bologna.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Index to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Sixth Finger. All the underground hits.
All Rufus Thomas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amazonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Buckinghams record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Rundgren,
Fear,
Juan Atkins,
The Techniques,
Scratch Acid,
Joy Division,
T.S.O.L.,
Nas,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Quando Quango,
The Knickerbockers,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Glenn Branca,
The Doobie Brothers,
Soulsonic Force,
Neil Young,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Suburban Knight,
Delon & Dalcan,
Alison Limerick,
Sonny Sharrock,
Howard Jones,
Neu!,
Pere Ubu,
Eve St. Jones,
Camberwell Now,
Sex Pistols,
Radio Birdman,
Slick Rick,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Hasil Adkins,
Echospace,
Sällskapet,
Blake Baxter,
Sarah Menescal,
Mo-Dettes,
Joe Smooth,
Circle Jerks,
Morten Harket,
Ken Boothe,
The Stooges,
Magma,
Nik Kershaw,
The Barracudas,
New York Dolls,
Amazonics,
Minutemen,
The Sonics,
Peter and Kerry,
Rosa Yemen,
Connie Case,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Cymande,
Grey Daturas,
The Kinks,
Niagra,
The Cramps,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ponytail,
Drexciya,
Gang Gang Dance,
Donny Hathaway,
Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions.
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.