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 Fiji and from Lille.
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 Milan and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Michael McDonald 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 Agitation Free to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu. All the underground hits.
All The Doors tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every E-Dancer record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rod Modell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Joe & The Fish,
Can,
Fat Boys,
Aural Exciters,
Slave,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Banda Bassotti,
The Neon Judgement,
Laurel Aitken,
Barry Ungar,
John Coltrane,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Alton Ellis,
Ultra Naté,
Delon & Dalcan,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Dorothy Ashby,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Mandrill,
Pierre Henry,
The Victims,
Grey Daturas,
Girls At Our Best!,
Urselle,
Swans,
Tom Boy,
Infiniti,
U.S. Maple,
Con Funk Shun,
Erykah Badu,
Maurizio,
Essential Logic,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Fugazi,
Clear Light,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Hoover,
Nas,
Davy DMX,
Section 25,
Flipper,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Lou Christie,
Ralphi Rosario,
Janne Schatter,
ABC,
Kerri Chandler,
Brothers Johnson,
Tommy Roe,
Rakim,
Marc Almond,
Pharoah Sanders,
Mars,
The Index,
Eve St. Jones,
Eden Ahbez,
The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band.
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.