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 Italy and from Lille.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Gong to the rock 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 Tropical Tobacco. All the underground hits.
All The Blues Magoos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers Ubiquity record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mighty Diamonds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cramps,
Alison Limerick,
the Sonics,
Ituana,
Franke,
Boogie Down Productions,
Main Source,
Television Personalities,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sparks,
Panda Bear,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Infiniti,
Rites of Spring,
Susan Cadogan,
Model 500,
Sixth Finger,
T.S.O.L.,
The Tremeloes,
Robert Hood,
Johnny Clarke,
The Saints,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The American Breed,
E-Dancer,
Vladislav Delay,
Camouflage,
Tommy Roe,
Peter & Gordon,
Monks,
Bush Tetras,
The Move,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Rod Modell,
Pussy Galore,
Mission of Burma,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Prince Buster,
Amon Düül II,
Dark Day,
The Monochrome Set,
The Flesh Eaters,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Black Dice,
Joey Negro,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Fire Engines,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Gerry Rafferty,
Derrick Morgan,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Gang of Four,
PIL,
Lalo Schifrin,
Lakeside,
Qualms,
June Days,
New York Dolls,
Steve Hackett,
DJ Sneak,
Lightning Bolt,
Avey Tare,
Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily.
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.