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 Iran and from Toronto.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 spring reverb 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 Fania All-Stars to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Sly & The Family Stone. All the underground hits.
All Jimmy McGriff tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Janne Schatter 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 güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T.S.O.L. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
OOIOO,
Black Pus,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Moleskins,
Symarip,
The Busters,
Faraquet,
Ronnie Foster,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Rapeman,
Ultimate Spinach,
Amon Düül II,
MC5,
Pantaleimon,
The Gap Band,
The Dirtbombs,
JFA,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bill Wells,
Hoover,
Pierre Henry,
Funkadelic,
Arab on Radar,
Massinfluence,
Eyeless In Gaza,
FM Einheit,
Niagra,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ken Boothe,
Altered Images,
the Association,
The Moody Blues,
Thompson Twins,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
the Germs,
Joy Division,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Beau Brummels,
Pantytec,
Black Moon,
Wally Richardson,
Arcadia,
Radiopuhelimet,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Swans,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Todd Terry,
Fela Kuti,
Gichy Dan,
The Five Americans,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bang On A Can,
Pylon,
the Sonics,
Average White Band,
Soulsonic Force,
Boogie Down Productions,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth.
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.