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 Nauru and from London.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Derrick Morgan to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Buzzcocks. All the underground hits.
All Das Ding tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Enemy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Joe & The Fish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Niagra,
Fugazi,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Rakim,
Todd Terry,
The Leaves,
the Fania All-Stars,
Moby Grape,
John Lydon,
the Swans,
Blossom Toes,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Idris Muhammad,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Kool Moe Dee,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Cheater Slicks,
U.S. Maple,
Drive Like Jehu,
Arcadia,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Martian,
Kevin Saunderson,
Eli Mardock,
Peter & Gordon,
Anthony Braxton,
The Mummies,
Alison Limerick,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Searchers,
Mars,
Q and Not U,
Ornette Coleman,
H. Thieme,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ultra Naté,
Echospace,
Jacob Miller,
Sex Pistols,
Lebanon Hanover,
Faust,
Smog,
DJ Style,
The Golliwogs,
D'Angelo,
Simply Red,
The Blackbyrds,
Matthew Halsall,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Howard Jones,
Soft Machine,
Second Layer,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Fugs,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Tommy Roe,
The Birthday Party,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Ponytail,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques.
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.